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Let's not ever do this again. I met up with a friend for the first time yesterday and a lot of that little meeting just pissed me off. You may wonder for a brief moment how can I meet a friend for the first time but dispense with those thoughts by turning your mind to the internet and the fact that I'm on the bloody thing for most of the day and make the correct conclusions. I met her online about last summer, not too long after I started playing Conquer Online and we became acquaintances, graduating to friendship a few months later when we ended up spending more time "talking." Recently, we'd made plans to hook up and catch the movie Robots but that sort of fell through because I figured that it would be more prudent to spend the day taking care of an assignment that would very shortly come due. Since then, this dumb girl's been saying all this crap about "oh, I just get the feeling we'll never meet...." Excuse me, I take this break to look out my window and see a small birdy hopping along the railing to my little balconey/verandah and it is a very cute sight. Ahem. Anyway, she's started saying all that crap, giving me that ridiculously girly "Oh, I dunno, it's just a feeling I have that you might say that you want to meet up and hang out but it'll never happen." . . . Dumb freaking female dog. -.- Obviously, that gets my blood up so fine, I tell her, I got a break between end of classes and exams, let's hook up and catch some movie. She says fine, we go through that RIDICULOUS rigamorale about "Oh I dunno, what do YOU want to watch? Oh, not that one, my friend says it sucks, oh not that one either, I'm not into those kinds of movies, etc etc etc." It's enough to make a guy wanna choke. So eventually, I pretty much say, "Fine, we'll go watch Sin City and that's it." So the plan is hatched, she has a test to write at school that day but she'll be done by 12:30pm, could I meet her and her friend for lunch at the Pizza Hut at Don Mills/Finch at 12:45-1pm? She goes to Seneca freaking college by the way...she's studying the marvelous field of COSMETICS...that should tell you all that you need to know about her. So I agree and the day comes. I get there around 12:50, check inside but I don't see her. Now you may be wondering that maybe I missed her? After all, I'd never met her before and it's a logical conclusion but no, she gave me some picture a while back. Now, I was never too good with faces so I wasn't really planning on picking her out by that...and while I may be pretty horrible comparing pictures of faces to real people, I know short when I see it and there was no short chinese chick in there. So I sit in there waiting for about 15 minutes but nobody shows. I take a walk around the plaza, look down the hill where Seneca lies but no short chinese girls in sight. I try calling her cell from a pay phone a time or two but no answer. So I'm walking around the sidewalk, chilling at the parking lot and all that happy crap for a good 40-50 minutes which was ABSOLUTELY ridiculous on my part. I should have just left after 30 and called it a day. But no, I gotta be patient and crap and wait. Finally, I give up, start heading for the bus stop and on the way see the payphone again so I try callingher and she picks up. She says that she and her friend will be there in about 15 minutes, thanks, *click*. What...the...heck. Running a little behind schedule, I can understand fine with no problems. Being fashionably late...while I don't understand that, I can accept it as a peculiarity of women and drop the subject. Being just under an HOUR late for a meeting with a friend for the first time...I can't accept it. So they finally saunter up, turns out the friend with her had some problem to take care of so whatever, I don't care, can we just get this over with. My mild mood at this point is hanging on by a thread. I'll take the time to warn you to never EVER eat at Pizza Hut. I don't know how they can get PIZZA wrong but they managed, and they overcharged to boot. So during this crappy meal, Sabrina's friend starts badgering me about feeling put out at having to wait an HOUR for them. Goes on this retarded, engrish spiel about how it's only right that guys should wait around for girls, ESPECIALLY "sexy ladies" like themselves. Excuse me while I go and puke my guts into the toilet. For one thing, I'd wait around for MY girl as long as I had to and not feel put out, be it minutes or hours. I'd wait for my established friends for just as long...I may be a little peeved but I would still wait. For two mentally handicapped idiots like them, I'm surprised I didn't blow up at them. They're studying MAKEUP, they can't speak english well, either of them, and I swear, they might as well die their hair platinum blond and go around talk like cheerleaders cause they're just THAT obviously dumb. I'm not usually one to so horrendously badmouth a friend I've just met but if YOU had spent an hour in their company, you would understand. They give ditzy a bad name. Yes, it's THAT bad. Sabrina's friend tries to get by with brashness and the wannabe grand gestures, "Oh it was my fault you wait so long so don't give me money I pay your lunch, I pay your lunch." If she had done it in the spirit of repentance, I might have actually been tempted to accept. But no, she does it in a lordly, "Pshhh, FINE don't get so bent up about it you prick, I'll pay for your lunch, HAPPY?" manner so heck no am I gonna let this braindead idiot pay for me. Some other of their friends popped in to eat and sat with us, if we didn't leave soon, I'd have to spend an extra hour and half in her company so heck no am I missing that movie time; I mention that we should get moving cause I also have to meet up with David at the mall and do some errand for him. We leave, I try to give the people staying behind enough to pay for my meal but they refuse. Fine, I don't have time to deal with them. I snag the server's arm and give him a 10, told him to put it towards the bill, then left. We get on the buses heading for Town Center and my god this girl is as dumb as a post. No, scratch that, she's worse. I won't even get into any details, let's just say that by the time we hit Town Center and David slaps me on the back, I just wanted the day to end. Pulled off David's errand, it involved some clothes that were not legally obtained being returned for a total of around $400. The less said about that, the better. We watched the movie and it was sufficiently awesome. Wandered around the mall for about half an hour afterwards taking care of things, I picked up part of Jen's birthday present and she picked up a pack of highlighters and something for her sister's birthday which she had just missed and parted ways there. Later on, she starts going on, and on and on about how she knows that I didn't have a good time and wanted to know what was wrong with the day. Well gee, I don't know? How about the fact that you were an hour late? How about the fact that your friend is an arrogant and rude priss that should more appropriately be housed in a kennel than in the human world? How about the fact that you seem DUMBER in real life than you are online? I don't even know how that's POSSIBLE. So all in all, it was a crappy day. Highlights were David's scam, watching Sin City (I absolutely ADORE that movie) and picking up half of Jen's gift. I'll work so that I never have to really spend time with her in person again unless my back is against the wall and work to stop making friends online that live near enough to me to push for a meeting. Lesson learned. |