I just had a nasty fight with Bill. To refresh your memory, Bill was my friend that was interested in me, but I had absolutely no Sexual Pull of Attraction to him whatsoever. He came with me to the club that one time, and I had to dance with him and Nate at the same time, in order to ward off Old Dude.
Anyway, the last time I hung out with Bill, he invited me to his apartment to cook lunch. While the stir fry was cooking, Bill started salsa dancing with me to the music that was playing on his Pandora station.
I was having a good time dancing until Bill started trying to kiss me. To avoid it, I moved my head from side to side and kind of grimaced.
Needless to say, the rest of that lunch was really awkward. Bill turned on the triathlon recap on his T.V. and sat next to me on the couch; after that was over he turned the channel to a movie that was playing. Since I didn't like where this was heading, especially after he had tried to kiss me twice, I decided to head out.
My plan was to go grocery shopping, since Bill lived really close to the supermarket. Unfortunately, Bill decided to come shopping with me because he needed to go as well.
Ugh.
I didn't care what our mutual friend Kara kept saying-- that Bill was a catch. Sure, the guy looks really good on paper: he knows all about cooking, he is a good dancer, he is really smart, he would be a good provider, etc. But in spite of all that, I wasn't remotely interested in the guy.
After that nightmare, Bill kept texting me to go dancing with him at the club, and I kept saying no. I wasn't about to have him start trying to kiss me again-- or worse, pull an Old Dude-- and ruin a fun night out.
So because I kept saying no to his requests to go dancing, I decided to invite him to this Bollywood Night event that my coworker had invited me to. The event is taking place later today, but when I looked again at the event page, I realized that the event is being held a long ways away at the High School. As a result, I told Bill that I didn't want to go anymore.
Bill: Well, would you still want to do something else? We could chill and watch a movie, or we could go dancing.
Ughhhhhhhhhh... exactly what I had been trying to avoid in the first place.
Me: Do you want to get dinner at Cafe?
Cafe is one of my favorite restaurants here. I never get tired of going there (which says a lot really, on account of how easily bored I am). I love going there, getting fries and a veggie grinder, and sitting outside as I sip my flavored long-island iced tea.
Bill: Yeah that sounds good. Do you want to go back to your place afterward for some quality time? ;)
WHAAAAAAAAT??! HE DID NOT JUST ASK ME THAT.
No way in fucking hell was that going to happen.
Me: No, I have a lot of work to get done. Sorry.
Bill: Well I have a lot of work too, but I think de-stressing is necessary sometimes. If you ever want to de-stress with me, just let me know ;)
Ugh... Ugh... Ugh...
Then, Bill double texted me:
Bill: And I don't really like Cafe-- too expensive for generic food. Sorry.
Me: So then why did you say that it "sounded good" when I first suggested it?
Bill: Because it would have been fine if you had agreed to the plan afterward. Everyone likes incentives.
Ok, what the fuck?? So you would've gone there to get in my pants, but when I told you no, you say that you don't want to go there anymore? Fuck you, you fucking cunt.
Me: Wow... you are such a jerk.
Then, because I had called him a jerk, a nasty fight ensued.
In the end, he called me to apologize. Apparently, in the Indian culture, when you say "Yeah that sounds good," that does not imply that you made a definite plan with the person. Even if that is actually true, it's a technicality, really. He tried to explain that he hadn't meant it to come across like that, and he was hurt that I called him a jerk, etc.
Whatever. I don't think he even understood why I was mad in the first place. Even though I kept trying to explain it. Multiple times.
Bill and I are not friends anymore. Maybe we will be again someday, but right now we are both too pissed.
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