I really hate it if I think someone doesn’t like me. I just simply can’t stand it if a person doesn’t find me charming and the thought that someone might actually think I’m annoying or pesky is intolerable.
I don’t mean it in any significant way, like if I have an opinion that differs from a person and they choose to not like me because of it, well, that’s fine.
I mean more in a petty, superficial way.
So, right, we’re at the first Duck’s game last night with our new season tickets and our four seats are right next to…
He was making fun of me.
I would shout, “Yay, Ducks!” and he would say “Yay, Ducks!” and wave his hands around spastically. I would scream, “Get it out of there Perry,” and he would say, “Perry!” in a girl-voice.
Alright, so he found my perfectly appointed enthusiasm irritating. I get that…but I just can’t accept it.
I assume that he has season passes, as well. So, I will be sitting next to him every other game. I have made it my mission to make this mean, hog-the-arm-rest-guy like me. I can’t help myself. I will go to great lengths to make sure people I care NOTHING about think of me in a favorable way.
For confessions 1-9 click here and PLEASE try to keep the shred of respect you still have for me intact after reading: Confessions.
Look how adorable you are! He is an idiot. I don’t associate with idiots. Neither should you. I’d show up in a tiara next time.
I think you should just let your husband take care of this one.
I like your confession about the skateboarders, particularly embarrassing.
Yeah, I agree with Doug, let you husband handle this guy.
My favorite confession is the one that you pretend you are ordering for more people than you just you. That is something only a girl will do. Guys look at food consumption as a badge of honor.
Go with MPM’s suggestion and wear the tiara. I have a really cute one I’ll let you borrow for the season. I would also recommend a scarf, or perhaps a boa, that you can “innocently” fling in his direction. The next week, you can show up with cookies. Kill him with kindness. Hopefully by the end of the season he will cease to exist in your world 🙂
Sounds like the men want your husband to take care of this guy. In looking through posts about your husband, I think he can handle with no problem.
Buy him a beer, stare deeply into his eyes, and when he’s finally acting somewhat civil, drop some verbal bomb in his lap. How about, “I was never this pretty when I was a man.” Then bat your eyelashes and hawk up a lunger and spit it at his feet.
I dunno, just free-associating. *I* liked you instantly.
Next time, you just tell that guy your friends are the OC Roller Girls and he better be nice to you if he knows what’s good for him! As for your confessions, I adore PCH Hot Dogs Chili Fries and I HATE that they give me two forks like I’m supposed to share them.
I’m kind of ashamed because I think you said, ‘that’s interesting” to me when we were at Starbucks. {gasp}
I’m going to crush him!
This guy deserves to be beaten repeatedly. There you are with your kids just TRYING to enjoy the game–looking as cute, I might add. That’s just uncalled for.