Party Thread (Archive II)

[Flautapantera]

Oh, ew, I'm sowwy!

If it makes you feel any better Rae is going to tell us all a funny story!

Ooh. That does make me feel a teensy better.

[GoodGollyItsHolly]

Tell us about the guy that hit on you! We are DYING from the suspense

[Mirage]

Agh, DYING!! EKO!!! *cries and bawls* <---that was for Holly!

[GoodGollyItsHolly]

Agh, DYING!! EKO!!! *cries and bawls* <---that was for Holly!

you know how I like when you talk dirty!

[Mirage]

Agh, DYING!! EKO!!! *cries and bawls* <---that was for Holly!

you know how I like when you talk dirty!

Good, cause you know I cant stop!

[Flautapantera]

This must be a good, long story.

[Mirage]

This must be a good, long story.

Oooh, I LIKE long stories.

[Flautapantera]

Is Rae even here? *looks under bed* I think she es-ca-ped.

[GoodGollyItsHolly]

ut oh

shes left us high and dry

we dont want to get a case of blue bawls!

[rachelalexis]

Alright, remember I said funny, not sexy wonderful hot times

So as you guys know I have night classes from 6-9. At least once a week I forget to eat food beforehand and am too damned lazy to cook anything afterwards, so I pick something up on the way home (bad habit.) The only fast food place on the way is a McDonalds. Normally I wouldn't go there, but it's cheap fast and easy (just how I like it *winkwinknudgenudge*)
I know FP doesn't eat fast food, but if any of the rest of you do you know that you don't really do much talking to someone you pay the money to, you just hand them the damned money, say thank you when you get your change and get the hell to the next window before cars start honking at you.
Yet somehow, fast food guys always hit on me. I must look like the kind of woman who would love to lick a man who smells like french fries after work. Let me tell you, these guys have NO shame. I've had men leaning out of the window, with their heads almost inside my car telling me that I have, and I quote, "the most dreamy eyes!"
So tonight I go and grab something quick, and when I pull up there and pay the guy takes my money, and takes a little longer than usual to give me my change back. I wasn't paying attention, was changing radio stations, you know, the stuff you do when you don't want to just stare directly at someone who's right next to you. So when he gives me my change back he leans out and starts talking to me.
Now, I do NOT look cute today. I have on no makeup, I have my hair back in the messiest ponytail ever, and I have the biggest hoodie sweatshirt on so I almost look like the Stay-Puff Marshmellow guy. So imagine my surprise when he starts to hit on me. The conversation kinda went like this.

Hey. I see you almost every night!
No, more like once a week when I'm too tired after class to cook.
Oh, really? What do you go for class for?
I just go up the street here, a few nights a week.
No, what are you studying?
*pause* I'm getting my Master's in psychology.
Oh, so you're gonna read peoples minds and stuff?
Not quite that dramatic, but I do my best.
Well, I've just noticed you every time you come through and thought that maybe we would hang out or something *grabs a piece of paper with his phone # on it and hands it over*
*pause......... laugh* You know, this always happens to me, why do guys who work in fast food or restaurants always hit on me? Is it because they can tell I like to eat and would be a repeat customer? (yes, I said this to him.... I'm horrible!) Besides, I bet you do this all the time to ease the boredom. Trust me, I've done that job before and I know it's boring. Granted I was 16 at the time... (yes, I'm such a beeyotch... but really, what the hell else do you say?)

So the conversation goes on, with him telling me that it was his second job that he got because he had too much time on his hands. He claims to work maintenance at the apartment buildings across the street, and that he's new in town and hasn't met enough people to occupy his nights yet. And that it gave him a decent amount of money a week to be able to go out and have some drinks and fun on the weekends.
The conversation of course ends with the awkward "So, are you gonna call? You aren't going to call, are you? I'd really like it if you did" from him, and the coy "I'm going to have to think about it" answer from me. Because trust me, that's what gets you away from the conversation without feeling like an a*****e.

The only plus-side, he was reallllllly cute. But seriously, try not to hit on chicks when you are wearing the silly headset for goodness sakes!

[rachelalexis]

Sorry! I take a while to write... plus I left out a lot of the conversation, to keep it shorter and quicker.

[Flautapantera]

Aww, yay! That was worth waiting for.

Sorry your drive-thru-hot-guy-with-headphones-at-McDonald's was a bummer. If he really was cute, and genuinely nice, I'd definitely call him! But, then again, it is verrry...awkward to hit on someone in a freakin' drive-thru.

I can see it both ways: cute and cheesy.

[Mirage]

Ok, that was ABSOLUTELY FLIPPING HILLARIOUS!!! I'm sitting here with this big ass grin on my face. Rae, you are one of a kind.


I must look like the kind of woman who would love to lick a man who smells like french fries after work.

ROFLMAO!!!

[Flautapantera]

I hate to interrupt the lovely aftermath of Rae's great story, but just thought I'd interject that I'm leaving! Goodnight, all! *hugs*

[Mirage]

I hate to interrupt the lovely aftermath of Rae's great story, but just thought I'd interject that I'm leaving! Goodnight, all! *hugs*

Aww!! Goodbye, my loverly FP! *snugglecuddles!*