I just found the most bizarre short story on some girl's profile:
How dating me will go for you:
I will see you around the city once. I'll be your server, or you'll be my bartender. I'll ask for a Sailor ginger, and that will surprise you. I'll tell you the best thing on our menu is the papaya salad. You won't order it. You might catch me smiling with my lips only slightly separated. You'll bury that image, and later remember it as an invitation. It was just a lazy smile, and that's my fault.
I'll see you again, out at a bar this time, and we'll discover we have mutual friends. We'll share a moment of appreciation for an obscure one-season 90s TV show that I refer to. Don't fall for that; it's how I make you remember me. I'm not trying to impress you. We'll exchange numbers and begin to text a couple times a day. You'll friend me on Facebook, and I won't immediately recognize this cuter version of you. We'll make plans to hang out. We'll use the phrase "hang out." You'll hear "go on a date."
I'll flirt with you and let you pay, becausehell, come on. I'll consider my level of interest in you. You're not ugly. You're not dumb. You're not boring. My level of interest is three. I'll drink at lunch, and exaggerate my buzz; maybe then you'll back away. You won't. I'll look for every opportunity to discuss my cons: I'm working on a Biology degree and have no plan for it; I have daddy issues that keep me from getting too close to men. It will become clear that you actually like the dark and stormy type. You'll admire that I embrace my flaws.
Our text messages will change. Yours to me will become sexier. Mine to you will become more distant. I'll never tell you that you're cute, that I miss you, that I wished you were with me. I'll ask how your day was and what you think of Nirvana to argue how I don't like them. You'll ask what I'm wearing and if I want to come cuddle. I'll always be too busy. You won't admit that means I'm not interested.
We'll hang out again. You'll have made an excuse the day of, one that means you can't make it to lunch. You will have already tricked me into admitting I have no evening plans. We'll go to dinner. I will wear jeans. You will wear slacks. You will flaunt your knowledge of wine. I'll feign intrigue, because the truth is I'll drink any of it. I'll argue with you about politics while secretly agreeing with you. I'll decide from my inability to deter you that all you want is a lay. I'll go home with you.
We'll make out on your couch. You'll put your hand down my pants. I'll let you. I'll touch you on top of your clothes until you're the one to take them off. You'll lay me down and try to take it further. I'll say I have the spins and need to go to sleep.
I'll start to ignore two out of three of your texts. My messages will become shorter. I'll never initiate the conversation. You'll ask if I'm angry at you. I will be angry, but it's not rationalI just am. So I'll tell you we should just be friends. What I'll mean by this is I'll give you a hug when I run into you at bars. What I mean by that is I'll hug you if you go for it. Otherwise I'll smile from across the bar.
How dating me will go for you:
I will see you around the city once. I'll be your server, or you'll be my bartender. I'll ask for a Sailor ginger, and that will surprise you. I'll tell you the best thing on our menu is the papaya salad. You won't order it. You might catch me smiling with my lips only slightly separated. You'll bury that image, and later remember it as an invitation. It was just a lazy smile, and that's my fault.
I'll see you again, out at a bar this time, and we'll discover we have mutual friends. We'll share a moment of appreciation for an obscure one-season 90s TV show that I refer to. Don't fall for that; it's how I make you remember me. I'm not trying to impress you. We'll exchange numbers and begin to text a couple times a day. You'll friend me on Facebook, and I won't immediately recognize this cuter version of you. We'll make plans to hang out. We'll use the phrase "hang out." You'll hear "go on a date."
I'll flirt with you and let you pay, becausehell, come on. I'll consider my level of interest in you. You're not ugly. You're not dumb. You're not boring. My level of interest is three. I'll drink at lunch, and exaggerate my buzz; maybe then you'll back away. You won't. I'll look for every opportunity to discuss my cons: I'm working on a Biology degree and have no plan for it; I have daddy issues that keep me from getting too close to men. It will become clear that you actually like the dark and stormy type. You'll admire that I embrace my flaws.
Our text messages will change. Yours to me will become sexier. Mine to you will become more distant. I'll never tell you that you're cute, that I miss you, that I wished you were with me. I'll ask how your day was and what you think of Nirvana to argue how I don't like them. You'll ask what I'm wearing and if I want to come cuddle. I'll always be too busy. You won't admit that means I'm not interested.
We'll hang out again. You'll have made an excuse the day of, one that means you can't make it to lunch. You will have already tricked me into admitting I have no evening plans. We'll go to dinner. I will wear jeans. You will wear slacks. You will flaunt your knowledge of wine. I'll feign intrigue, because the truth is I'll drink any of it. I'll argue with you about politics while secretly agreeing with you. I'll decide from my inability to deter you that all you want is a lay. I'll go home with you.
We'll make out on your couch. You'll put your hand down my pants. I'll let you. I'll touch you on top of your clothes until you're the one to take them off. You'll lay me down and try to take it further. I'll say I have the spins and need to go to sleep.
I'll start to ignore two out of three of your texts. My messages will become shorter. I'll never initiate the conversation. You'll ask if I'm angry at you. I will be angry, but it's not rationalI just am. So I'll tell you we should just be friends. What I'll mean by this is I'll give you a hug when I run into you at bars. What I mean by that is I'll hug you if you go for it. Otherwise I'll smile from across the bar.
still gave her 4 stars