I am so sorry, everyone, that there hasn't been any interesting stories lately. I'd like to say that my interactions have been less awkward or that I've stopped attracting really strange people. However, if I say that, I'm pretty sure that's a lie. The reason that my life has been so silent lately has been, well, because I've been boring lately.
Since moving to a new place alone, I haven't given much effort for awkward, or any, opportunities to arise. I've mainly been working, going home to see family or laying low. I think I'm still in this state of transition where I'm trying to figure out how to have a life outside of school and what to do. [Also, I'm now a single girl living on her own with no guy friends close by to hide behind- I'm trying so hard not to attract any creepers here.]
Ever since graduating, there has been growing pressure from friends, family and society for me to stop being single. It appears to be that if you are not taking classes anymore, then you shouldn't be single. Or at least if you are single, you should be seeing many guys in hopes of a relationship. Or you should be partying every night. If you aren't doing those things, apparently you are becoming boring and getting closer to being a crazy cat-harboring old maid and people start rudely asking you about it.
I'm not the only one feeling these pressures. I have many friends feeling the pressure of balancing work with family and friends and relationships. Because of this, we are now sharing with each other the ridiculous things that make us feel so awkward or embarrassed. It's hard being single, young and working. To demonstrate, I am now going to list a few of the conversations, phrases, or things we say or that happen to us in this new life just to give you a snapshot. Clearly, many of these have intricate stories behind them. But I can't tell you all of these stories so I'll leave you to use your imagination to fill in the blanks.
(Note: Anything that isn't from me or about me, I'm keeping anonymous so my friends won't hurt me.)
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"I went to Happy Hour that evening so does it erase the fact that I went to bed at 8:30 on Friday night?"
"Why are you calling me "miss"? I'm probably only like 4 years older than you. I'm not old yet. Call me by just my name with no "miss" in front of it." (To the cashier at Best Buy. He called me Miss Cara 3 times during check out.)
"Found your car!"
My grandmother: "Well, have you gotten any rings yet from any gentlemen for Christmas? It doesn't matter who, I wouldn't have met him so I wouldn't care who."
My cousin shouted across 20 of our relatives at the dinner table to ask about my 'boyfriend' because he thinks it's funny that I still don't have one. His question literally silenced the entire table while they waited for my response.
After asking a cashier if he took Visa he replied, "I'll take cash, credit or your firstborn child, honey."
"Of course I never like the nice guy. He told me he's never laughed so hard in his life as on our date. But it was so boring and I don't remember laughing!"
"He made me a birthday cake for my party. Even though I didn't invite him."
"I just ate 3 meals. In one sitting." (coping mechanism) "You are a champ."
"The guy who sold me my car called me about something and my pocket answered him and he heard me singing at the top of my lungs to Jet's "Cold Hard Bitch" awkwarddddd" "You were listening to 104.5, weren't you?" "YES! Thank youuuu!"
"I'm too old for mosh pits"
"I volunteered to switch out the bug traps in 185 rooms to avoid 2 boys. That's how bad it is."
"You know it's bad when 'dressing to go out' means you are going to the grocery store."
"For the first time ever, I just chopped off my hair in response to work and not a boy. Work is now becoming my boyfriend. Help."
This reminds me that I need to talk about my Shirtless Neighbor at some point with ya'll.
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Waiter Boy
For the record, before I begin, I want to say that I am breaking out the reserves on this one. This happened in the fall of my sophomore year at UD—not recently sorry. But I feel like I must tell this story.
Once upon a time, my foster brother married this girl that my family didn’t know very well- like at all. This girl had a daughter. A nice girl, decently well behaved but at that age that I find annoying. So here my family and I are trying to adjust to the fact that I now have a new niece who isn’t a baby but a 7 year old. It was a little awkward at first, not gonna lie. I do think that over time though, we’ve adjusted nicely and love her to death. But yea… so we knew about her when they got married and life was fine.
Then, one day my dad drives me back to school after spending a weekend at home. We stop at this restaurant, a nice one that old people like in Cecil County called Wesley’s. They serve very good dinners and I was excited for seafood- until we are seated and the waiter comes out.
This guy must have been mid-to-late twenties- maybe the age of my brother or a little older. As he hands us the menus and asks what we want to drink, he stares at me very oddly. In fact, I was quite uncomfortable. And then he left and brings us our drinks and we order.
Of course, my father would order the salad bar and walk away from me leaving me all by myself at the table. As soon as my dad walks over to get his food, the waiter (his name was Blake) is magically by my side kneeling down next to me to talk to me. He asked me if we had ever met before. When I said ‘nope’ he said, ‘Hmmm… I feel like I have met you before. School maybe? Do you come here a lot??’ ‘Nope.’ ‘That’s odd. Oh well.’ And then he walks away because my father was done filling his plate and was coming back to the table. My father of course was completely oblivious to this whole interaction.
Through dinner, Blake STILL kept looking at me funny. As I’m distracted by this awkward waiter (who wasn’t very attractive and kinda balding at a young age), I am informed by my father that not only do I have another step-niece that my new sister-in-law had (before she married my foster brother) BUT apparently there is another step-niece MY OWN AGE!! Needless to say, that was a bomb dropped on me and it took me off-guard and took me a very long time to comprehend and accept this fact. I was very disheveled.
As we get up to leave, I’m still processing how crazy my family is so of course I would have trouble getting my scarf and jacket on because I just learned I had a niece that was my age. My dad wasn’t paying any attention to me (bless his heart, he’s an old man engineer) and started walking out the door leaving me behind in the dining room. All of a sudden, good ‘ole Blake was by my side, hands me a card and says, ‘If you ever want to get together or give me a call, here’s my number.’
Greatttt. I WOULD have a waiter give me his number when I’m eating dinner with my 66 year old FATHER! To all you guys out there: DO NOT DO THAT! If he had turned around then who knows what type of situation would have occurred and how much harassment I would have gotten from my family for the rest of my life.
Also on my mind: all I said was, ‘Thank you’ as meekly as I could and sprinted out of there. I need more advice on how to reject guys or have fun, witty comments. (Maybe I should buy that book The Art of Rejection, bahaha!) My fun, witty comments are only ever thought of for other people’s situations or after the fact. So if any of you girls out there have good comebacks to when awkward guys hand you their number, I’d love to hear them.
Guys- let’s recap because you all always need help. Things to consider:
1-Don’t tell a girl you might have met her but can’t figure it out. It is insulting to the girl if you have met her and you don’t remember her and if you haven’t met her, now that’s just awkward if you can’t play it down (and this guy couldn’t). Or at least be cool about it and don’t stare at a girl the entire time she’s eating with her father.
2- Don’t give a girl your number when she’s eating with her father. That’s just weird.
3- When you work at a restaurant that serves the older generation, look at my face. I know that it is not common when young people don’t go to the bar but to the dining room, but seriously, that’s gross. You serve my grandparents and parents too! I want respect!
That’s all I got. Hopefully this story will tide you over until my next awkward encounter. Otherwise I may have to go back to my old stories again and pick out a good one.
PS- Apparently people didn't realize that coupon boy (last blog entry) was Asian. I'm also told that his race makes the story all that more amusing. Not sure how I feel about that.
Once upon a time, my foster brother married this girl that my family didn’t know very well- like at all. This girl had a daughter. A nice girl, decently well behaved but at that age that I find annoying. So here my family and I are trying to adjust to the fact that I now have a new niece who isn’t a baby but a 7 year old. It was a little awkward at first, not gonna lie. I do think that over time though, we’ve adjusted nicely and love her to death. But yea… so we knew about her when they got married and life was fine.
Then, one day my dad drives me back to school after spending a weekend at home. We stop at this restaurant, a nice one that old people like in Cecil County called Wesley’s. They serve very good dinners and I was excited for seafood- until we are seated and the waiter comes out.
This guy must have been mid-to-late twenties- maybe the age of my brother or a little older. As he hands us the menus and asks what we want to drink, he stares at me very oddly. In fact, I was quite uncomfortable. And then he left and brings us our drinks and we order.
Of course, my father would order the salad bar and walk away from me leaving me all by myself at the table. As soon as my dad walks over to get his food, the waiter (his name was Blake) is magically by my side kneeling down next to me to talk to me. He asked me if we had ever met before. When I said ‘nope’ he said, ‘Hmmm… I feel like I have met you before. School maybe? Do you come here a lot??’ ‘Nope.’ ‘That’s odd. Oh well.’ And then he walks away because my father was done filling his plate and was coming back to the table. My father of course was completely oblivious to this whole interaction.
Through dinner, Blake STILL kept looking at me funny. As I’m distracted by this awkward waiter (who wasn’t very attractive and kinda balding at a young age), I am informed by my father that not only do I have another step-niece that my new sister-in-law had (before she married my foster brother) BUT apparently there is another step-niece MY OWN AGE!! Needless to say, that was a bomb dropped on me and it took me off-guard and took me a very long time to comprehend and accept this fact. I was very disheveled.
As we get up to leave, I’m still processing how crazy my family is so of course I would have trouble getting my scarf and jacket on because I just learned I had a niece that was my age. My dad wasn’t paying any attention to me (bless his heart, he’s an old man engineer) and started walking out the door leaving me behind in the dining room. All of a sudden, good ‘ole Blake was by my side, hands me a card and says, ‘If you ever want to get together or give me a call, here’s my number.’
Greatttt. I WOULD have a waiter give me his number when I’m eating dinner with my 66 year old FATHER! To all you guys out there: DO NOT DO THAT! If he had turned around then who knows what type of situation would have occurred and how much harassment I would have gotten from my family for the rest of my life.
Also on my mind: all I said was, ‘Thank you’ as meekly as I could and sprinted out of there. I need more advice on how to reject guys or have fun, witty comments. (Maybe I should buy that book The Art of Rejection, bahaha!) My fun, witty comments are only ever thought of for other people’s situations or after the fact. So if any of you girls out there have good comebacks to when awkward guys hand you their number, I’d love to hear them.
Guys- let’s recap because you all always need help. Things to consider:
1-Don’t tell a girl you might have met her but can’t figure it out. It is insulting to the girl if you have met her and you don’t remember her and if you haven’t met her, now that’s just awkward if you can’t play it down (and this guy couldn’t). Or at least be cool about it and don’t stare at a girl the entire time she’s eating with her father.
2- Don’t give a girl your number when she’s eating with her father. That’s just weird.
3- When you work at a restaurant that serves the older generation, look at my face. I know that it is not common when young people don’t go to the bar but to the dining room, but seriously, that’s gross. You serve my grandparents and parents too! I want respect!
That’s all I got. Hopefully this story will tide you over until my next awkward encounter. Otherwise I may have to go back to my old stories again and pick out a good one.
PS- Apparently people didn't realize that coupon boy (last blog entry) was Asian. I'm also told that his race makes the story all that more amusing. Not sure how I feel about that.
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