Friday, October 30, 2009

that's what friends are for

i went on a date yesterday. my first in a long, long time.

i met this new girl at work last week. we shared some minor background info, had a few laughs at other co-worker's expenses, and all in all, hit it off pretty well. we exchanged numbers saying 'we should be real life friends and not just work friends!'

i didn't really expect her to call so soon, but she suggested a lunch date, and even asked if i wanted to bring my kid. it sounded serious.

now, i've never been the type to get all nervous on dates. rather, i tend to get bogged down with silly little details beforehand. for example, deciding what is appropriate to wear on a first-time, outside of work, girl-date, which may or may not be a friend interview.

it's been a while, and i've always been way off the mark when it comes to trends.

i wondered, do i need a bumpit?


no, i probably wouldn't even be able to get that mess to work right anyway.

should i wear a blazer?


that won't do because this time of year i pretty much live in my hiking boots and i don't think they go well with the shoulder pad look.

after spending enough time being significantly wishy washy, i managed to get dressed and pack up little miss and her ten million tons of gear needed for an afternoon out.

another detail i tend to be obsessed with is promptness.

if i'm on time, i'm already late.

i don't know why, but i always plan to be somewhere at least fifteen to twenty minutes before i said i would be there. it's a compulsion, i can't help myself.

when new girl was an hour and a half late for our lunch date, which incidentally turned out to be more of an early bird dinner, i was less than thrilled.

i liked her, but keeping the bitchy aside for the sake of a good impression was really difficult.

i guess i should be glad she didn't stand me up altogether. i realized that i've reached that point in my life where making good friends is hard to do. and although i'm not necessarily on a mission to fill a certain number of friend slots, i figured being nice and giving her a chance would be the mature thing to do.

after our date, she texted me three times.

i can't tell if she really likes me or if she's just a crazy stalker. the whole situation is starting to make me uncomfortable because i want to like her, but i don't know if i can.

thank god i have kristine in my life. she totally made me feel better for wanting to be a bitch about the situation. she not only understands the importance of details, she also bought me this thoughtful gift:


thanks k, i love you! (and so does my dentist)

17 comments:

Harna said...

I just met a new friend at work too, except she was the one wearing a BumpIt and then talking about how she was carrying one around in her purse (scary) and she's my age (mid 20s) and has four children, so she doesn't have time to go on lunch dates, stalk or probably even wipe her ass. We exchanged numbers, but in reality I'll probably never see her again.

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

I wish I was friends with Kristine.

I'm unfriendly, though, which is probably why I don't have any friends outside of work.

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

I mean, friends who aren't bloggy friends. *shifty-eyed*

Now that I've insulted you all...

'Cuz I Felt Like It! said...

An hour and a half late?!?! If you're early, you're on time, if you're ont time, you're late, it you're late, why'd you even bother? That's what I go by.....

...and, I was at Kroger earlier this week and saw those little punkin candies....I thought about buyin' a bag for you and realized "wow, I don't even know her, she'll think I'm total batshit" I bought 'em anyway and have eaten over half the bag already.....

Badass Geek said...

There is no excuse for a Bumpit. Unless you have a concave skull.

Kristine said...

EWW, mellowcreme!
xoxo

Stacie's Madness said...

shoulder pads don't go with ANYTHING. EVER.

and no, you can't like her...hey bring your kid and entertain her in a confined space for the 1 1/2 that I'm going to be late.

that's grounds for YOU going postal on her ass.

The Vegetable Assassin said...

As the current miss "always on time for everything" I have to be all indignant on your behalf at having to wait a ridiculous amount of time. I'd have unleashed the bitchy in spades, so well done you!

I like the idea of the Bumpit. It looks like you could smuggle some cream cakes in there and get away with it.

Harlem's A Hatin said...

I've always wondered if I could make a bumpit look good. Probably not.

http://harlemshaterade.blogspot.com

miss. chief said...

I think that bumpits look like little bear traps.

Lana said...

harna- you're lucky you got off that easy. unless you were trying to befriend her for the awesome bumpit stories. i imagine she has more than a few...

mjenks- i'm a sicko so to me, insults are just how you let someone know you really care.

cuz- awww, that's the sweetest thing i've ever heard!! i told you, twinsies forever. and yeah, it still amazes me that there's so many people who don't get the time thing.

badass- i wish i had thought of this last week so that i could make some ridiculously scary halloween costume out of bumpits welded together all over a vinyl suit or something.

k- YUM!! thanks lady ;)

stacie- she was so good at the game though, every 20 min was another call that she was just a few min away.... she played me like a violin.

veg- thanks for that :) it's nice to revisit the scenario in my mind and picture you going off on her on my behalf.

harlem- hi! and i bet there's some super secret trick for that crap. it can't be as straightforward as they make it out to be.

miss- they totally do!! like i told badass, next year i'm definitely making a costume out of those fuckers.

Jules said...

Don't wear THAT jacket.....

And REAL friends are like that. I sent Dingo a bag of those too, just last week. Kristine is awesome!

Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said...

At this point I want/need all my friends to be trouble free or its not worth is. And I have personal issues with 'Bumpit' technology. It's a lie and lies must be challeged. Like shoulder pads but no wonderbras...some things are just necessary for the enjoyment of life.

mylittlebecky said...

i am jealous of the pumpkins. there, i said it. and also, it's sooooo hard to make real life friends as an adult. bitches be bitches. :(

Lana said...

jules- no YOU'RE awesome!! it's those little things that mean so much :)

cal- i still don't think i'd be able to properly fix a bumpit in my hair. there's no way it's as simple as they make it out to be. fraud i say!

becky- becky, email me your address and maybe you'll get some pumpkins in the mail! see, not all bitches is bitches :)

otherworldlyone said...

Bumpits...keeping the 80's alive?

Work friends can be weird. There's like this boundary that you don't feel comfortable crossing...

Lora said...

yeah, that's the exact reason that I let everyone know that I'm not taking applications for new friends at work