Unclear Signals
I was 21 and had just moved to a new town a few months prior. While at an event hosted by my boss, I met “DK,” a very attractive guy my age. We caught eyes a few times and after two glasses of wine I mustered up the courage to talk to him. We had a pretty good conversation and seemed to hit it off and exchanged numbers. I was excited because he seemed really into me.
A few nights later he asked if I would like to go to a party with him and some friends. I convinced my reluctant roommate to be my wing-woman. We got to his place and he and his friends piled into my car. I didn’t mind driving, but no one even asked me. So, off we went – my navigators in the back seat were directing me to the party with useful tips such as “oh, that was the street we were supposed to turn down” and “speed over this bump” and “HELLO, you passed it!”. Awesome. DK did nothing to help out, but I drove on, excited to get there and dazzle them with my witty humor, and to give my visibly pissed-off roommate a pep talk.
We got to the party and DK and his friends broke off and started mingling and drinking. My roommate wanted to leave, but I begged her to stay with me and stick it out. For some reason I was still into this guy, even though I was chasing him around a party trying to talk to him. I was very confused at this point because I thought he liked me, and now I was feeling a bit desperate. I found his friends and we started talking. They apologized for getting us lost and thanked me for driving. Turns out they’re pretty cool guys, very funny.
At midnight we decided to leave. DK was still sending me very mixed signals, but asked if I’d like to hang out at his place for a little while. My roommate ended up fancying one of the friends, so we agreed. We get to his house and his friends set up shop on the couches and put a movie on. We were sitting there for a few mintues, waiting for DK to come out of his bedroom. Then the doorbell rang. One of the guys answered it, and this hot brunette walked in. She said hi to the guys by name, then walked into DK’s room and shut the door behind her. My mind was racing. I was trying to decide if I was supposed to wait around to find out if she’s a friend, whilst trying to save face in front of his friends. They all looked at me, hung their heads and apologized for DK. They said I shouldn’t waste my time on him. Uh, duh.
My roommate and I drove home, opened a bottle of wine, and had a laugh over our “did that really just happen?” night.
Douche Kayak indeed.
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