One from the archives

I decided to go through my old blog and re-read my old posts (all four of them). This one brought back some old memories of what it's like to be single, and made me VERY thankful that I have a wonderful boyfriend. I thought I would share...

I'm going to tell you about my latest adventures, or should I say misadventures, with the opposite sex...

I'm going to start with Chip... and I"m going to use his real name because it makes the story that much better..

I was in Chapters about a month ago buying some last minute Christmas gifts for my family. I had just picked up a photography book for my mom and was heading to the cash when I could see a rather awkward looking character lurking behind the shelves. I had a bad feeling about him, so I made a fast dash to the cash, but he was a quick little bugger and cornered me in the main aisle. He looked pretty pathetic, like one of those puppies that you just can't help but feel bad for, so when he asked me how old I was, (he really knew how to strike up a conversation with the ladies), I told him I was 21. The look in his eyes then turned to pure excitement and he explained to me how much he hated Canada because there was no snow and that he was from Colorado and all he wanted to do was go snowboarding (this guy did NOT look like a snowboarder... the story would unroll differently from here on if he did...). He then explained that he was here visiting his father, who had just moved here, and he didn't know anyone. Then he asked for my phone number. I don't know if it was his crooked glasses, or the sweater with the holes in it, or even his out of control hair, but I took pity on the poor boy and gave him my cell number and told him to call me after Christmas. I then ran for the cash.

Two hours later, just walking in the door, my cell phone rings. Guess who?? Yup, it's Chip (I didn't realize that when I said 'call me after Christmas', I really meant 2 hours later). I re-explained to him that I would be busy until after Christmas and told him to call me around the 27th.

Another 3 hours pass... the cell phone rings again... it's Chipppppppp...

That night I'm out at a martini bar with a few of my friends and the phone rings again. I get my friend to answer it and tell him that I left my purse with her for the night because I decided to go downtown. She then explains to him that I was really busy until after Christmas and he'd have to wait to get a hold of me until around the 27th.

So this continues for awhile to the point were I began to dread my cell ring (even if it does sound like the theme song from Sex & the City... sooo fun). Finally, I don't know if it was the Christmas spirit or the wine, but I answered my phone on Christmas eve. It was Chip (surprise, surprise). He explained to me that he didn't feel like spending Christmas eve with his dad, his new step-mom and her kids and then asked if he could tag along with me for the night. I told him No, flat out and hung up. (I was getting a little frustrated with Chip at this point).

After Christmas, Chip continues to call me, until finally, at 2am might I add, I pick up the phone and tell him that I didn't have time to hang out since a friend was coming down to stay with me for the remainder of the holiday. He got all defensive and started getting pissy and I was pissy cause he was calling at 2am. I believe that the final words spoken were:

Me - "It's 2am, I'm going to bed. Good bye"
Chip - "Well I guess I'll never talk to you again."
Me - "Guess not." Click.

I probably wasn't the best representative of Canadian girls, and I'm sure that Chip went home to Colorado to all his equally awkward friends and told them all how bitchy Canadian girls are. But in my defense, I get 3 weeks off a year, I spent 8 months in school and 4 months working in the summer. Those 3 weeks are mine... I do whatever I please with them, and this Christmas my plans didn't include babysitting a "snowboarder" from Colorado.