So, i'm going to tell you about Phil.
A week or so ago, LozK and i were out on the town. We decided to initiate the 'Randoms Game' (basically, take as many photos as possible with as many randoms as possible). We took photos of 21 randoms and were pretty pleased with ourselves.
This is the tale of Random #1. His name was Phil, he was from England and he left the club to get more money so that he could buy us drinks. We did not ask for these drinks. We did, however, take the photo... maybe in England that is construed as asking for a drink? Anyhoo... LozK and i went dancing, did some more photo taking, had a blast. Just before we were leaving, Phil turned up again. With more drinks. That we accepted, just to be polite. However, when he pulled my phone away from me to put his number in, then pranked himself so that he had my number, i was a little annoyed. The old, scrawny englishman had crossed the line. We left. Au Revoir Philly!!
We thought that was the end of Phil. Nope. Not so lucky. I woke up the next morning with about four messages from him on my phone... hey, gorgeous, i miss you... my night would be so much better if you were here... hey, i've got concert tickets for tomorrow night, come with me, i'll pay for everything... overboard. I told him i was working, but thanks. Polite. No, he couldn't visit me at work. No, he couldn't call me afterwards, it would be late. I thought that the message was clear - hey Phil, i won't be seeing you again. The next day, i recieved another slew of messages... Hows work today... how was last night... you looked amazing the other night... can i take you out for dinner? Geez. Persistant. I blew him off again - legitimate reasons, thank goodness, i didn't have to lie. Finally, FINALLY, after 14 messages over two and a bit days, he says that it was lovely to meet me, but he has to fly back to England in an hour or so. Phew!!
There is such a thing as trying too hard. This is it. Phil barely spoke to me. There was no reason to think that he and i were a match made in heaven. No reason to suggest that i would enjoy concerts and dinner with a stranger. No effort to get to know me, just unfounded, clique, smarmy compliments. It was creepy and weird. Annoying.
Men in bars, especially older men, should not hit on young girls/think that young girls are interested in being hounded by them. They should also not think that buying you a drink equals earning a date. Nor should an accent be reason to think you're charming. Phil was annoying and overbearing, and i think we exchanged all of two sentences. I am so glad Phil has flown back to the other side of the world. English bar-people are annoying. Grrr...
A week or so ago, LozK and i were out on the town. We decided to initiate the 'Randoms Game' (basically, take as many photos as possible with as many randoms as possible). We took photos of 21 randoms and were pretty pleased with ourselves.
This is the tale of Random #1. His name was Phil, he was from England and he left the club to get more money so that he could buy us drinks. We did not ask for these drinks. We did, however, take the photo... maybe in England that is construed as asking for a drink? Anyhoo... LozK and i went dancing, did some more photo taking, had a blast. Just before we were leaving, Phil turned up again. With more drinks. That we accepted, just to be polite. However, when he pulled my phone away from me to put his number in, then pranked himself so that he had my number, i was a little annoyed. The old, scrawny englishman had crossed the line. We left. Au Revoir Philly!!
We thought that was the end of Phil. Nope. Not so lucky. I woke up the next morning with about four messages from him on my phone... hey, gorgeous, i miss you... my night would be so much better if you were here... hey, i've got concert tickets for tomorrow night, come with me, i'll pay for everything... overboard. I told him i was working, but thanks. Polite. No, he couldn't visit me at work. No, he couldn't call me afterwards, it would be late. I thought that the message was clear - hey Phil, i won't be seeing you again. The next day, i recieved another slew of messages... Hows work today... how was last night... you looked amazing the other night... can i take you out for dinner? Geez. Persistant. I blew him off again - legitimate reasons, thank goodness, i didn't have to lie. Finally, FINALLY, after 14 messages over two and a bit days, he says that it was lovely to meet me, but he has to fly back to England in an hour or so. Phew!!
There is such a thing as trying too hard. This is it. Phil barely spoke to me. There was no reason to think that he and i were a match made in heaven. No reason to suggest that i would enjoy concerts and dinner with a stranger. No effort to get to know me, just unfounded, clique, smarmy compliments. It was creepy and weird. Annoying.
Men in bars, especially older men, should not hit on young girls/think that young girls are interested in being hounded by them. They should also not think that buying you a drink equals earning a date. Nor should an accent be reason to think you're charming. Phil was annoying and overbearing, and i think we exchanged all of two sentences. I am so glad Phil has flown back to the other side of the world. English bar-people are annoying. Grrr...
2 comments:
Ewww.. Phil was creepy!!! I'm glad you were persistent.
Scary tale - glad he left your side of the world.
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