Me and Zo went shopping today, we had a really nice time, until someone of the male species just had to enter my life and destroy my peace. It began like this... (just imagine everything I now say is being shown to you, all fuzzy around the edges, you know to get the effect.)
Me and Zo were looking at these really nice, stretchy belt things, when she pulled one too hard and it pinged off the hanger and hit her in the face. Ha so I was laughing at her, and she was telling me not to laugh, so I told her that she shouldn't have laughed at me when I dropped all the sunglasses in Accessorize, when out of the corner of my eye, I see this guy looking at me and its that weird situation where you just know someone is going to talk to you.
So anyway he walks up, pulls out a gun... no ok not a gun, he pulls out his mobile, and goes, "Hey, my mate is outside and wondered if he could have your number?" to which I am standing there thinking, who the heck are you? But no, I don't say that, instead I say, errr ... no, in a sarcastic, intimidating tone, which if you know me well enough, you know is the tone that I use when put on the spot. Perhaps if it was his mate who had actually come up and spoke to me I would have been more polite, but come on his mate could have been some 50 year old stalker. But still, I mean why am I so rude to boys? Why? Why? Like at SH06 this one boy kept staring at me and then finally, he plucks up the courage to come over and talk, he says "Hi", to which I look around in a "You talking to me?" kind of manner, so he says it again, and I say "Hiya" go bright pink and walk off. I mean help me!
HELP ME!!!!!!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
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