So, I Don’t Have a Penis…
But I seem to have “One of the Boys” tattooed across my forehead. This never bothered me much growing up, because I had no problem being friends with guys, except recently I’m feeling a little pigeonholed.
Spike, an old friend from college, and some of his buddies threw a Cinco de Mayo party this past weekend. They started partying mid-afternoon so by the time I showed up, most of the party was more than a few margaritas in. I scanned the room for familiar faces and paused at a guy who looked vaguely familiar.
I caught his eyes across the room a few times throughout the night before I finally placed that we had gone to school together, too, and he was a couple years behind me. Spike confirmed this when the three of us ran into one doorway and he reintroduced us, “You remember Miss Exposed from college, right? Okay, you two catch up.”
We talked for awhile about how we got to the city, what we’re doing here, etc. One of my girlfriends pulled me aside and said, “I think he likes you,” and I started to notice that this young’n had grown into a bit of a Superman look-a-like.
Later in the night, while a group of us were sitting in the living room, he walked up to me and said, “Can I talk to you?” and then walked out onto the balcony behind where I was sitting. I headed outside sure that he was going to ask for my number and was just too embarrassed to do it in front of the whole room.
Nope. He pulled me outside and began explaining that he liked another one of the girls at the party, who I vaguely know, and he wanted my advice on how to pursue her. This came from a guy I hadn’t seen in probably five years, and who I barely knew even when we were in school?! I wish I could figure out what about me says “Undateable” but “Gives Great Advice”?