Talie wants to connect more with Rodger...but she has to survive the double date of doom first! —Sparkitors
By now, I'll bet you guys are expecting some news on that older guitar player guy, Rodger... sorry to disappoint, but I got nothin'. To tell you why I have no news, I'm going to have to dive deeper into the realm of Talie's Almost Non-Existent Social Life. Get ready for a wild ride full of reckless Saturday night walks, epic tales of planking, owling, fun-packed Monday nights, and, yes, even all you can eat PIZZA BUFFETS!!!!
You see, every Monday night me and my roommates hang out with an unusual-but-AWESOME group of guys who all live in the same apartment. Let's call them my "Monday Homies." As you've probably guessed, Rodger is included in the "Monday Homies" group.
I know what you're thinking: "Talie's hanging out with a bunch of dudes EVERY MONDAY NIGHT?? WHY IS SHE STILL SINGLE?!?!?!?!"
Well, it's not only my extreme awkwardness and tendency to say unnecessarily random things that repel the boys away like hippies from a shower—literally half of them have girlfriends and one of them is getting married next month. I sincerely hope that the gods of match-making are getting a good chuckle out of this.
Anywho, this Monday we were planning on going to these sweet sand dunes to light a fire, roast marshmallows, and behave like the crazy hooligans that we are. I, of course, arrived at the guys' apartment huffing and puffing and late because I had just sprinted all the way from my voice lessons.
Of course, Rodger got a full view of me in all my sweaty glory. Now that'll attract a man.
And then all of my Monday homies exclaimed "FINALLY" and "THERE YOU ARE" and "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG??" and, my personal favorite, "Did you just run here?" I guess my sweat was more a body-produced shower than a glisten.
After I explained my tardiness, we all piled out the door... and guess who didn't come? That's right, Rodger.
Me: Rodger, why aren't you coming? (I thought maybe my body odor had convinced him not to join.)
Rodger: I'm sick.
Me: Well, I guess that's acceptable. I hope you feel better!
Rodger: Thanks, Talie. Have fun!
Can't you just feel the romantic tension oozing from our conversation? Maybe you had to be there, because I SURE DID.
Unfortunately, that was the last time that I saw Rodger this week.
On another note, I'm probably going on a double date this weekend with Spoons, another one of my Monday Homies. Don't freak; we're just friends.
Spoons is an interesting man... he's just one of those people who's impossible to describe. He also tends to randomly come over to my apartment for no apparent reason. A LOT.
For example, last night he came over and just sat down on our couch. He was talking to us, but then after like 15-20 minutes he just left... I don't get it. And he does stuff like that all the time—not that I mind. I like spending time with him and stuff, except when he makes fun of me. He says that I "prattle" like a toddler. I do NOT ramble on about random stuff that doesn't make sense...I think.
And guess where we're going on our date? Horseback riding. HORSEBACK. RIDING. The last time I went horseback riding, I was nine and my horse was mean and I almost DIED.
Sparkley-cakes, I could very easily DIE this time! How embarrassing would that be? Luckily, I'd be dead, so I wouldn't feel the embarrassment.
Well, I'll tell you guys all about it. If I come back alive, I mean.
Do you think there's such a thing as a double date when you're "just friends"??!?!?
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