Lost

The girl I’d gone out with a few times was busy this week so I went out on Tuesday with a new one. I met her at an event and talked to her for a while. It was clear to me that she was interested but I was indifferent so I didn’t make a move. It figures that when I don’t really care it makes the girl like me more (I wish I could fake that attitude with girls I’m actually interested in).

Anyway, she wound up tracking me down on a popular social networking site so eventually I gave in and met her for drinks. We finished our second drink around 10pm and I suggested we call it an evening. We went outside and to my surprise she started making out with me in the middle of the street. It was cool, but I was tired and ready to leave. I tried to make a move to go, but she just stood there. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I asked if she wanted to come over to my place for a drink. There was an awkward pause and before she answered I continued, “or we can just go home…it is a Tuesday after all.”

She said it was a hard choice, and she wasn’t good at making decisions. Now, I knew that she wanted me to tell her to come over so she didn’t feel like the aggressor (or a slut), but as I mentioned, it was Tuesday and LOST was on, so instead I responded with the following: “It’s an easy decision, either you come over or you go home.” “Do you even care?” she replied. “Not really,” I said, “if you come over it’ll be fun, or you can go home and maybe I’ll invite you over another night.” There was another pause as I don’t think this was the answer she was expecting from me, and at this point I realized that I had to make a decision between having sex or watching a TV show.

I took her pause as an opportunity to make the decision for her.

SO HOW WAS LAST NIGHT? I can’t believe Sun and Jin drowned. (Don’t judge me, LOST is not just any TV show and if she came over I’d most likely hear what happened before I got a chance to watch it).