She's just not that into you, part 3

By the way, the Mayan = Casa Bonita. Please enjoy this South Park clip, and then I'll finish my little horror story:


south park casa bonita - MyVideo

Many thanks to my sister for finding that clip.

So, we sat down in the theater. Before the movie started, he was talking about how all of his siblings are married and have a bunch of kids. He said one of his brothers got married straight off his mission and they started having kids right away. And from his tone of voice, I could tell he thought his bro had the right idea. Um, no thanks.

Then he was saying how New Zealand is nice, but he didn't want to go back there to live. He asked me if I wanted to stay in Utah for the rest of my life and I said "NO."

He laughed and said that I seemed very adamant about that. I am. I'm 28, and I hope that by the time I'm 30, I will have moved away from here.

Thankfully, the previews started about then. We watched those and the craptastic movie in blessed silence. Thank the FSM. Oh, but he did decide to send a few texts during the movie. Nice.

After it was over, he said "That was pretty good, eh?" (no, it wasn't). I nodded and said it had good special effects (never mind about the crappy acting, bad writing and lack of a coherent story line). But it kind of made me want to visit Hong Kong. Anyone want to come with me?

On the way out to the car he asked me which of the super powers from the movie I'd like to have. I chose the mind control power, and said I would use it to make my boss give me a huge raise and 3 months of paid vacation. I can't remember which one he picked.

He drove me home in awkward silence, but I was exhausted and didn't care about trying to make conversation. We finally pulled up in front of my house shortly before 1 am. Since this fiasco started around 7:30 pm, that means it took up a grand total of around 5 hours of my life that I'll never get back. (I had previously over-estimated. That's because it felt like sooooo much longer).

He didn't bother walking me to my door which was fine. I was glad to avoid some awkward doorstep scene. I woke up Saturday morning around 11 am and saw that I had missed a call at 10 am. It was from him. He called again later while I was driving (sorry, I don't feel safe driving and answering my phone at the same time). He didn't leave a message either time, so I have no idea WTF it was about. Nor do I care.

Anyway, I feel like I should apologize for not getting a picture of him. After reading all this, you really deserve to see what he looked like, and even though I did have my camera with me, I just didn't feel like asking him to take a picture. It goes back to that overwhelming apathy. He was tall, with dark hair (bad haircut) and pretty average looking.

I suppose things could have been worse, he could have been one of these guys. But I am not letting my friend set me up on any more blind dates.