These aren't guys...these are PRETARDS! Grinning_Madly: Yes gang...I'm back out in the jungle.
Pretard Number One -- Dirk : I met Dirk at a local watering hole. He spent most of the evening dancing with me, talking to me at length, buying me drinks, etc.
During the course of the evening, he mentions going out on Friday night -- he suggested a movie and dinner. I said okay.
At the end of the evening, he asked me for my number. Said he'd call the following evening.
He did not call until two nights later, a Tuesday...he rang up at quarter to 11 at night, to boot. I purposely did not get the phone; I let Dirk leave a message.
I phoned him back the next day. He then tells me that no way can we go out on Friday because he has to drive his mother to an MRI.
He then suggests we go meet for coffee on Saturday afternoon.
Something sure sounded odd here to me -- uh, how come he had to drive his mother to an MRI? He's got a father that's alive and well and two siblings living in that home. He's elected?
And I also didn't like it that a Saturday night date didn't seem to be in the cards. Something was screwy right there.
He told me that he'd call me next day or I could call him. The conversation ends. He says goodbye and hangs up.
I called him Thursday at 9 pm. Dirk answers the phone on two rings. He says to me, "Can I call you right back?"
I said okay. Well, "Right back" was at quarter to 11.
I didn't like this, either, for some reason. Where the heck was this guy for nearly two hours?
He claimed that when I phoned him, he was in the middle of installing a 15K BTU air conditioner with his brother (Turns out Dirk was living at home with his parents, too...dig on that -- this is a 43 year old man). He mentions the Saturday afternoon date again.
Enough of this bullsh*t was enough. I said to him, "Dirk, I can't make it Saturday afternoon -- I have a bunch of things lined up that I can't put off and I should be home by 5:30 the latest. How about we go out at 7:30?"
He says to me, "Call me when you get in. I will talk to you Saturday."
The conversation lasted all of ten minutes: I felt like I was getting the bum's rush and that somehow I was being put off. Where the heck was he for an hour and a half? With two guys putting in a big AC it takes that long? Naw, I don't think so.
Huh?! "See you Saturday"?? I'm supposed to be the new apple of his eye, yet he's going to go nearly 48 hours without talking to me? Hehehe.
I felt like I was being given the bum's rush and why did I get the feeling that this guy was either still married or had a significant other somewhere? Dirk was apparently unavailable than he was available -- and how come I went from a Friday night dinner and a movie date to a cheapo Saturday afternoon coffee date?
Just on principle, I called Dirk at 4:30, said I was home and he could call me.
I never heard from him at all.
On Sunday, I am at the same club where I met Dirk. Sure enough, Dirk is there -- I see him out on the terrace talking to some people, but he didn't see me....until a few hours later when I was seated at a table with friends. He spotted me and literally shot through the door and left.
Pretard Number Two -- Mike: I met Mike at the same place I met Dirk -- I met Mike earlier in the evening. He asked for my number.
Mike rang up on Friday night and asked if we could go out. I rang him back Saturday afternoon and left a message. Mike rings back at 8:30 on Satuday, said he was still waiting to see if I was available to go out and to call him.
I called Mike at about 5 pm Sunday and left a message.
An hour and a half later, I'm at the club where I met him....sure enough, there is Mike, standing against a wall, watching the dancers, drinking a beer.
When I spotted him and said hello, why did I get the feeling I was wasting my time? VEry easy: because I was.
This dude had NOTHING to say to me. He made some small talk for about two minutes, announced, "Well, I'm going to go walk around. Maybe I will see you later" and took off.
How very nice: thanks for the major nationwide greeting -- and thanks, too, for offering to buy me a drink. Get some manners!
Re: These aren't guys...these are PRETARDS! Lumpy: [quote author=Grinning_Madly link=topic=18084.msg159816#msg159816 date=1125515220">
Pretard Number One -- Dirk : I met Dirk at a local watering hole.
Pretard Number Two -- Mike: I met Mike at the same place I met Dirk!
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What's the name of this bar? The Short Yellow Bus? Find a new hangout pronto...
Re: These aren't guys...these are PRETARDS! Grinning_Madly: haha, Short Yellow Bus.
That's primarily the reason why I no longer go there. I wouldn't waste time in there with my buddies if we want somewhere to dance and have a girl's night out.
Why did I indeed get the feeling Dirk was likely as not attached? Huh? I'm supposed to be your new heartthrob, yet you can't make it on Saturday night, either? Something was flukey there.
Re: These aren't guys...these are PRETARDS! whatnext: I don't understand how Mike did anything wrong? Dirk sounds like a jerk, but Mike returned all your calls -- it just didn't work out...
Re: These aren't guys...these are PRETARDS! Lumpy: Who knows what's up with Dink. 43 and living at home? I'd say the odds for a g/f are against him...
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