Remember the graduation dinner a couple of months ago?
I was supposed to go out to a thing with some mates last Sat, but decided I couldn't be bothered to suffer the wrath of someone unnamed. Little did I know who else went along to the thing, when around 8 at night I got a txt from said mates telling me they were in the pub up the road inviting me to join them. Now, a bit apprehensive (that particular pub usually looks a bit rough at best), decided to go out into the pouring rain.
Blah, blah, blah. Said mates had brought her boyfriend (the one that fancies me), Rob (unattached twin), and a madman who I briefly glimpsed making faces through a PizzaHut restaurant with his girlfriend (Keiran). Anyways, things seemed to go the same way as before, everyone talked to babyface mate, all ease, but as usual things weren't so easy when it came to me (even the madman met his match). Oh woe is me. The boyfriend probably had a few too many and started with some shoulder leaning action, slightly unnerving but I just ignored it. Maybe these guys needed a few more drinks before they could muster the courage to speak to me. Seriously, I went down there with a big old t-shirt, leggings and trainers, I looked like I'd just woken up. This is Saturday night, everyone was dressed to pull. Come on guys, I am that scary? wtf.
Maybe we should all wear ridiculous masks like Shyguy. Doesn't he look like some homicidal x'mas elf/gnome about to pull a knife.
