Z Man
Don Juan
Hey guys, it's been a few years since I started a thread...
So Monday night approx. 10:30PM I'm working on my project due the next day( finals week at college ). I get a phone call, a number that I don't recognize.
It is this girl from my church singles ward. I have seen her at church but she's a plain-jane HB4 at best. I actually knew of her about 2 years ago because my roommate was trying to romance her. I ignored her then.
I am Mormom and single Mormom people attend a young singles group until they get married or turn 31, then move on to the 31-and-older ward. I will be 32 in a few months.
Anyway, so this girl calls me out of the blue and I recognize her name after a minute of thought. She rambles on as females do about how she is "usualy responsible" with money, etc. but she's in a pickle and has no money until payday and is low on gas and wondering if I can help her arrange a ride to work the next day, and already has been working through the church hierchy phone list and found my name and photo...
I interrupted her,"So you want money for gas?"
She rambles again about really appreciating that and doesn't want to bother me while I'm working on my finals...
I'm the type of person that likes to fix things fast if I can( which usually means doing it myself ) so I calmed her down and reluctantly made a plan to meet up with her and follow her over to the gas station, etc. Fortunately I was mostly done with my assignment so I could turn it in in the morning. I get her address and had to cut her off when she tried to describe her house and the nearby building, etc, and to call her if I couldn't find the place...
The number of the street is all I need, thank you.
She offers to feed me some cinamon roles and I joke that she "better cook them fast before I get there", but turns out they are store-bought.
There is snow on the ground and it feels like 20 degrees F outside. Fortunately she didn't live very far from me and I get there without incident and am getting impatient when she doesn't answer the door right away. Finally her (better-looking) roommate lets me inside, but she is with a guy watching a video on the TV. Finally, the girl appears, smiling at me and holding the package with cinamon rolls, but still rambling about being responsible, etc.
I was aloof and tired. ( had been up since 6AM ) So, I use my gas card and she fills up the tank. I was curious about my roommate who wanted to romance her back then and what happened to him. I had to jog her memory about him, LOL!
Turns out he was doing all kinds of AFC stuff. I remember him talking to me about her back then and I tried to suggest a few DJ tactics, but he wouldn't listen. She even made a comment that they hung out together several times in the summer "but he never made a move" then come Valentine's Day he went hardcore with flowers, candy, etc. and she got weirded-out. "You make me happy when I'm with you" he would tell her and she finally had to cut all ties with him. I mentioned that sounded "borderline creepy" and she fully agreed and wouldn't shut-up about his antics for a while. I finally had to tell her "Let's not talk about him anymore." and she agreed.
So Monday night approx. 10:30PM I'm working on my project due the next day( finals week at college ). I get a phone call, a number that I don't recognize.
It is this girl from my church singles ward. I have seen her at church but she's a plain-jane HB4 at best. I actually knew of her about 2 years ago because my roommate was trying to romance her. I ignored her then.
I am Mormom and single Mormom people attend a young singles group until they get married or turn 31, then move on to the 31-and-older ward. I will be 32 in a few months.
Anyway, so this girl calls me out of the blue and I recognize her name after a minute of thought. She rambles on as females do about how she is "usualy responsible" with money, etc. but she's in a pickle and has no money until payday and is low on gas and wondering if I can help her arrange a ride to work the next day, and already has been working through the church hierchy phone list and found my name and photo...
I interrupted her,"So you want money for gas?"
She rambles again about really appreciating that and doesn't want to bother me while I'm working on my finals...
I'm the type of person that likes to fix things fast if I can( which usually means doing it myself ) so I calmed her down and reluctantly made a plan to meet up with her and follow her over to the gas station, etc. Fortunately I was mostly done with my assignment so I could turn it in in the morning. I get her address and had to cut her off when she tried to describe her house and the nearby building, etc, and to call her if I couldn't find the place...
The number of the street is all I need, thank you.
She offers to feed me some cinamon roles and I joke that she "better cook them fast before I get there", but turns out they are store-bought.
There is snow on the ground and it feels like 20 degrees F outside. Fortunately she didn't live very far from me and I get there without incident and am getting impatient when she doesn't answer the door right away. Finally her (better-looking) roommate lets me inside, but she is with a guy watching a video on the TV. Finally, the girl appears, smiling at me and holding the package with cinamon rolls, but still rambling about being responsible, etc.
I was aloof and tired. ( had been up since 6AM ) So, I use my gas card and she fills up the tank. I was curious about my roommate who wanted to romance her back then and what happened to him. I had to jog her memory about him, LOL!
Turns out he was doing all kinds of AFC stuff. I remember him talking to me about her back then and I tried to suggest a few DJ tactics, but he wouldn't listen. She even made a comment that they hung out together several times in the summer "but he never made a move" then come Valentine's Day he went hardcore with flowers, candy, etc. and she got weirded-out. "You make me happy when I'm with you" he would tell her and she finally had to cut all ties with him. I mentioned that sounded "borderline creepy" and she fully agreed and wouldn't shut-up about his antics for a while. I finally had to tell her "Let's not talk about him anymore." and she agreed.