Wow, I definitely didn't see this coming:
Last week, when I was in Santa Barbara, a few friends invited my sister and I out to a restaurant/bar down town to grab some food during happy hour and watch the Lakers game.
One margarita into the night, I made a quick comment in passing that our waiter was kind of attractive. And -- come on he's a waiter and clearly makes a living off tips -- he started getting friendlier as the night went on. Which could have very easily been confused with flirtier.
Anyways, my smart little sis decided to mess with me when the tab came to us. On the receipt, she wrote:
"You're hot. Call me. -Monique (phone number)."
At this point, I'm extremely embarrassed and tore off the top section that said "you're hot." So now he only has a mini half-ripped paper that says "Call me," with my number attached.
As he goes to pick up his tips, the waiter starts reading over "my" little note closely, at this point everyone but myself goes inside and starts yelling in his general direction, "Come here Monique. Monique!" to make it relatively obvious that the only other girl in our party wasn't Monique.
Now I'm beet read and standing at the street corner, waiting to cross and close this chapter of my life. Because I don't do very well in flirting situations like this. I'm never the one to give out my number or make a first advance! ...Which explains why I've only dated two people here.
Anyways, fast forward one week. I still haven't heard anything and wasn't ever expecting to, really.
But today....... that all changed.
I received this "mysterious" text from an 805 area code (Santa Barbara area) that read: "Hey, it's Bobby from (restaurant name). Wanna grab a drink sometime?"
Goodness, NO! I deleted the text in complete horror. He actually had the balls to call me, well sort of call me. And anyways, SB is over 4 hours by car from here, so that drink's gonna have to wait. And I don't even want to go through with this, because I'm too embarrassed any of it ever happened!!!
:-\
Last week, when I was in Santa Barbara, a few friends invited my sister and I out to a restaurant/bar down town to grab some food during happy hour and watch the Lakers game.
One margarita into the night, I made a quick comment in passing that our waiter was kind of attractive. And -- come on he's a waiter and clearly makes a living off tips -- he started getting friendlier as the night went on. Which could have very easily been confused with flirtier.
Anyways, my smart little sis decided to mess with me when the tab came to us. On the receipt, she wrote:
"You're hot. Call me. -Monique (phone number)."
At this point, I'm extremely embarrassed and tore off the top section that said "you're hot." So now he only has a mini half-ripped paper that says "Call me," with my number attached.
As he goes to pick up his tips, the waiter starts reading over "my" little note closely, at this point everyone but myself goes inside and starts yelling in his general direction, "Come here Monique. Monique!" to make it relatively obvious that the only other girl in our party wasn't Monique.
Now I'm beet read and standing at the street corner, waiting to cross and close this chapter of my life. Because I don't do very well in flirting situations like this. I'm never the one to give out my number or make a first advance! ...Which explains why I've only dated two people here.
Anyways, fast forward one week. I still haven't heard anything and wasn't ever expecting to, really.
But today....... that all changed.
I received this "mysterious" text from an 805 area code (Santa Barbara area) that read: "Hey, it's Bobby from (restaurant name). Wanna grab a drink sometime?"
Goodness, NO! I deleted the text in complete horror. He actually had the balls to call me, well sort of call me. And anyways, SB is over 4 hours by car from here, so that drink's gonna have to wait. And I don't even want to go through with this, because I'm too embarrassed any of it ever happened!!!
:-\
7 comments:
HAHAHA I totally forgot about that!! Thats hilarious!!
Way to extend the truth in your version of the story..once he went and picked up the bill, no one was yelling in his general direction. I was watching him from afar to see if he would open it and read it and we never exactly saw him open it or read it, we only saw him bussing the table, at this point you and Tyler were standing on the corner, and Noel was using their facilities. No one actually yelled "Monique, come here!"
oh yes, you and Tyler went inside and kept saying "Monique, Monique come here!"
EW BOY COOTIES! you have them on you now!
Tyler stayed at the corner with you and i looked from afar at him bussing the table but we never yelled your name at him...that weekend must be a huge blur to you!
A whole week! This is definitely an American guy, since you know a Frenchie would have called that very same night and every night for a week until you had to change your number, lol. So at least he is much easier to get rid of!
LOL, my awkardness is totally rubbing off on you through the blogosphere! I agree with Andromeda, at least you can get rid of him easily since he's American.
But otherwise, take care of yourself and feel better soon!
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