It was a cold October night and I had been asked out on a date by an old high school friend, that I always thought was cute and was so excited that he asked me out. Mr.W was 6'1 with dark hair and blue eyes. My type to a "T". From what I could remember he was funny and fun to talk to. I was sure he would be my next boyfriend or at very least my next fling. My sister Anna helped me get ready. A short black skirt to show off my bangin' legs, black boots, a black tank with a red girly hoodie. I wanted to wear red because I knew he went to the U. We were to meet up at Iggy's sports grill and my hives were out of control. I hadn't seen him for a while we just started texting one day which led to our date. I got there and he was as cute as ever, and more muscular then I remembered. We started to talk and the waitress brought water and he ordered an appetizer. Everything was going well until the game began.
He ordered an appetizer and that was it. So I didn't order anything because I was too shy to eat if he wasn't eating. I know dumb, right but what was I suppose to do? So he began telling me about the team, he knew the players personally because he was the intern or something like that for them. His major was sports something or other I really wasn't paying attention I just really wanted him to shut up and kiss me. That didn't happen. He focused completely on the game and every time a one of the U players scored he would shout there name like they could hear him through the T.V. Please keep in mind no one there was even into the game he was shouting by himself. When he would speak to me it was during the commercials and what our convo was about football.
I went to the bathroom to call Anna. She told me to leave but how could I? I didn't want to be rude and just make up some lame excuse. So I sat there the whole 4 hours. I sat there drinking water and eating nothing. I sat there watching him yell out players nicknames. Yelling and wooting when the team would score.
FINALLY the game ended. Mr.W looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and asked if I wanted to go to his place. My answer was no, those eyes did not sway me anymore. All I could think was, Do you really think I would want to hang out with you after being subjected to a stupid football game for four hours while sitting on a hard wooden chair? No Mr.W I don't want to go back to your place and watch the sports channel and make out with you, because frankly your not cute to me anymore. Of course I didn't say that, but I wanted to. I just said it was getting late and I had to be up early the next day.
This wasn't the only time I had an awkward run in with Mr.W we had three more, all equally weird and as strange as the last and we never kissed...not once. I should call him Mr. boring but I don't want to be rude.
