Mustang Is The Jealous Type
I over-exerted myself on the treadmill last night. For the first time in 7 years of religiously working out, I felt like fainting. After sitting in the changeroon for a few minutes to get my breath and heartrate back to normal, I make my way to the exit. Of course, this is when I ran into Mustang.
I hadn’t seen him in over a week, so we were catching up. I was telling him about an episode of WFive I saw over the weekend that featured the bar that he works at (it was all about bar owners taking responsibility for drunken patrons. I have opinions on that, but it isn’t that kind of blog). That is actually irrelevant to this story.
So, I really need to go home and eat some fruit before I pass out, so I say good-bye. He asks if I will be in the next day (today) and I say “No, I have an event in the evening.” He looks at me sceptically, and says “You mean you have a date.”
I’m almost dead. I’m leaning up against the pec deck because my legs can no longer support me. I’m barely breathing, and my face is beat red from exhaustion, and I’m having an internal panic attack about the fact that Mustang assumes I am going on a date. Second Mustang panic attack. I’m trying to figure out how to respond to that. If I say yes, then he might back down completely, and never ask me out. Which would be a good thing, because then I wouldn’t need to quit gyms and I can still write about him. But what if this is his way of finding out my status? Like if I say no, he’ll see it as an open opportunity. Then he’ll ask me out, and I will have to find a new gym with 6 months left on this membership.
I’m debating these scenarios in my head, while staring blankly at him. He says, in the most unpleasant tone I’ve heard from him to date “An event. You’re going to an “event”. Just say it. It’s a date. You are going on a date.” And before I can even respond, he frowns and walks away.
And I feel bad.
Tags: Dating, rejection
March 25th, 2009 at 8:18 am
so do you have a date?
March 25th, 2009 at 8:21 am
I will neither confirm nor deny.
March 25th, 2009 at 8:52 am
Have you considered the very strong possibility that “mustang” is a huge tool?
March 25th, 2009 at 8:59 am
Mustang is a very sweet man. Sounds like YOU are jealous.
March 25th, 2009 at 9:22 am
Possibly - but I may just be jealous of how he’s consistently praised in the blogosphere. And I don’t doubt he’s a nice (and likely fit) guy, but if this has been going on for months, he’s had your number for how long (?) and he’s giving you guilt about having a date with someone else when it could’ve been him with even minimal effort, I’m keeping my vote with “huge tool”. Just callin’ ‘em as I see ‘em…
March 25th, 2009 at 9:28 am
Yeah, but if he’d asked me out when I gave him my number, or even a year before that when we first met, he would have made one blog post, disappointed me, and then you would have never heard from him again. Maybe he knows about this blog and is enjoying his fame.
March 25th, 2009 at 9:48 am
Clearly Mustang is more diabolical than I’ve given him credit for. I take it all back - he’s a real catch…
March 25th, 2009 at 5:37 pm
I second the mustang is probably a huge tool.
Having two sisters has helped me develop a very finely tuned tool radar. What model mustang does mustang drive? This is critical information in quantifying how big of a tool he is.
A while back you suspected he was (had been) juicing. Maybe he hasn’t asked you out because his um “tool” doesn’t work.
Have fun on your date!
March 26th, 2009 at 6:28 am
HAHA! I don’t know what kind of mustang he drives. I’m a girl. We don’t pay attention to these things. I know it’s black. That’s about it.
March 26th, 2009 at 10:16 am
Thanks for backing me up, Bob. Strong tool radar even works through the internet…