Monday, November 28, 2005

Blast from the past

Those of you who have known me for the last few years know this story already, but read on:

When I first moved to Columbia, I lived in a dirty little duplex. The other side of the duplex was inhabited by a guy and his fiance. The only reason I know they were engaged is because my mom talked to them as I was moving in. For many months they never talked to me. Even in passing, I would be friendly and say hello, but they didn't even respond. That's why I was quite surprised one night as I arrived home at about 1am to find the guy excited to say hi to me. He introduced himself as he shook my hand and proceeded to tell me that his fiance had just had his baby. Then in almost the next breath, he asked if I was gay or straight! ODD!! I didn't know what the hell he wanted, so I lied. "I'm straight," I said. He replied "Oh I'm bi." I thought what the hell? I replied that's nice, and went inside!

When I got inside, I noticed my laptop was shut, which I never did. I looked around to see if anyone had been on it. Just as I found a bunch of gay porn on the internet history that I had NOT been looking at, I heard a knock at the door. It was him!! He proceeded to tell me that with the fiance gone it was a bit lonely next door. He then invited me over! I was like "Um, cuz it's late!" And shut the door in his face. How SKEEEEEZY to be scamming on the neighbor boy while his fiance was in the hospital after having his kid!!! And how nasty that he had apparently been looking at porn on my computer!! I didn't have any run-ins with him after that. We went back to the no talking thing. Meanwhile he was deemed "creepy bisexual neighbor guy."

Well, tonight I passed a customer in the store and made eye contact. Instictively, I nodded hello, just as I realized it was none other than creepy bisexual neighbor guy! Luckily I was helping someone else. I did my best "avoid further eye contact at all cost" by staring so intently at my customer that the poor guy probably thought I was trying to drill holes in his head with my eyes. After CBNG finished his business, he kinda lingered as if he wanted to catch my eye or something. Ewww! Finally he left. As this was at the end of the night, I cornered Jesse, who had been working with him, to tell him the story. Apparently, I got animated because Mills overheard and wanted in on the story. Then Monica joined, and it was CBNG theater.

Ahhh Mondays...

1 Comments:

At 12/05/2005 10:43:00 AM, Blogger Spence-a-lick said...

Love the craigers! Such darn good acronyms.

 

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