Pulling out a story from my dating vault, as I was reminded of this ridiculous one last night. I had a dinner with 2 of my old coworkers/best friends and we got to reminiscing about the trouble we got in last summer during fleet week. For those of you who aren't familiar with fleet week, it's the week every year when New York is invaded by eager young navy men/marines/sailors, and it is quite a fantastic event.
So last year fleet week overlapped with my first date with the doorman (there's a blog about that disasterous decision somewhere back in the archives), so during the first night of fleet week my girlfriends had all met up while I was with doorman, so by the time I finished my date and met up with them they were already surrounded by fine gentleman and had dibsed who got who. They both have very entertaining stories about their picks, but those aren't my stories to tell so I will just stick with my marine.
So we were all hanging out at this weird bar, and they were already wrapped up with their men so when I got there I was kinda on my own. I vaguely remember hanging out with this kid we work with, and then I think I met his friend who I ended up playing connect four with (I told you it was a weird bar) for at least an hour. Point being, I had zero interaction with any of the sailors during the night but my friend and I were gonna share a cab home so when we got in the cab and 2 marine boys joined us I assumed she was just being crazy and taking them both home. I noticed that one of the guys was a fairly good looking black guy and since the big running joke at my office is that I'm into any and all black men apparently my friend thought she would do me a favor...
When we got to my street I hopped out of the cab and said goodbye to the 3 of them. I told my friend I was gonna grab a slice of pizza and head home, and I'd see her Monday. I'm not sure where that message got lost in translation, but next thing I knew, I get a phone call from my friend saying "Hey, I dropped off the black one for you, look for him in front of Fat Sal's. You're welcome". I'm all for being set up and meeting new people, but not shady marines at 3am when all I want to do is enjoy my slice of cheese and go to sleep. But I found my man/gift and attempted to wear him down while I ate my pizza hoping he would say he had to get back to the ship to make curfew or something like that. After dragging out my onesided conversation for an hour I finally gave up, and since he said he had no where to sleep I took the homeless marine back to my apartment telling him in no uncertain terms that he was welcome to SLEEP at my place and that was it. Apparently I wasn't communicating well that night cuz he was so annoyingly forward that I finally had to pull the possum and pretend I was asleep. This guy didn't even own a cell phone so I figured I was off the hook when I gave him my number and he wrote it down on a piece of paper but for the rest of fleet week I kept getting calls from random numbers as he borrowed his friends phones to call me. Although he was in uniform, defending our country, and a good looking black man, those 3 things weren't enough to make up for his general annoyingness. So while I appreciate the effort of being hand delivered a companion for the night, I think I will stick to finding my own snuggle buddies from now on!
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