Not long ago, I was rejected. He was tall, bearded, in a flannel, worked for the Federal Government, as they do in DC, and probably a bit too young. You know the type.
Anyway, I met him and his friends at this bar. And after a genius phone-number finagle, I asked him out a couple weeks later. Before you get all wide-eyed and “Damn girl, you BOLD” on me, know that I texted him to ask him out. Nonetheless. He was game. We had a day. And a place. A few days pass. It’s two days before the date and I text for a time. A day goes by. Uh oh. The text comes mid Monday:
I’m sory, I have to cancel. Things have changed for me. It’s a bummer bc u r hot.
Best rejection I ever got. I think the rejection actually was better than the date could have been because clearly he is gay or got back together with a girlfriend. I’m so down with the rejection, I text back:
That is a bummer. If things change again, give me a call.
Damn, I’m cool. Did you just feel that breeze of how cool I am?
Then he texts again:
Yes Im really sory. I will def keep ur hot digits!
Do WHA?
Bullet dodged.
The end.
4 responses so far ↓
zankouchickenz // January 30, 2010 at 2:36 pm |
perhaps he meant ‘I will def keep ur hot digits ‘
i believe you may have a future in finger modeling.
zankouchickenz // January 30, 2010 at 2:39 pm |
doh! shoulda been
perhaps he meant ‘I will def keep ur hot digit (in mind) ‘
wordpress does not like brackets.
TSP // January 30, 2010 at 11:48 pm |
You’re cooler than cool… which makes you iiiiiiiccccceeeeeee coooooolllllld!
The Single Scientist // February 1, 2010 at 12:05 am |
Zankouchickenz: hahahaha. he wishes he knew about my hot digits. such a weird thing to say tho right? kinda ruined the whole thing for me.
TSP: Thank you Andre 3000!