Support Our Troops
Sunday, September 7th, 2008As most of you know, i’m very obsessed with 80s music. So I admit…I do enjoy seeing the molly ringwalds, even if they are playing at the cheesiest place in baton rouge…the varsity.
I was at the varsity recently…looking all cute in my little plaid jumper and fedora. I was walking to the bar and my beer bottle slipped out of my hand (it was empty and plastic), however my smooth moves gracefully saved it from letting it hit the floor. And that’s when it began. This dark haired, scruffy, good-looking, but young-looking guy saw it and was impressed with my moves.
And then spent the rest of the night telling me how his friends bet him to get me to do things, like taking pictures with nothing but my hat on. No. So I just kept brushing the guy off. As my friend and I were leaving the bar, I see him once again and bid him adieu. He precedes to say…”i’ll give you $1,000 if you make out with me”. And seemingly almost on cue with me yelling “No i will not make out with you” IN HIS FACE it felt like the whole place heard me and he walked away with his head down in shame.
On to the next night–2 of my girls and i were at dinner and i was filling one of them in on how i told the guy i didn’t want to make out with him and they both mentioned how he told them he had just gotten back from Iraq. and as soon as they said that, it dawned on me…I knew the guy. From years ago.
Freshman year of college, I had the biggest crush on him. I was dating one of his friends during the period Iknew him which was about 8 years or so ago. He worked at the little domino’s on campus (which I don’t think exists anymore) with some of the other guys in their group. I kept thinking to myself that the guy looked like the guy I knew, but I knew he was in iraq. But apparently, he’s back.
And now I feel horrible for yelling at him. He obviously didn’t recognize me either, but I mean…I feel like I owe him a salute.
So he gets a bloggie written about him where I admit that I was kind of mean.
And if I ever run into him again, I will buy him a beer and re-hash the story of how T-sno threw a wad of pizza dough the size of a human head at him, he ducked and it almost hit me…and maybe I’ll even let him wear my fedora.
If he’s lucky.
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Update: After I had written this in another blog, I emailed him to see if he was back from Iraq and he said he had not yet returned. I’m not sure if I believe him though.