so much happend this weekend. first let me say i hope you all had a great, safe and party filled 4th of july. saturday i went for my mini lesson with mike. had an okay time, he touched my boobs while dancing and it turned me off big time. sign number one that things werent going to be good. saturday night went out with my girlfriends, about 5 drinks into the night im dancing with these two guys and i turn around to find mike standing right next to me. yeah 5 drink buzz was KILLED!!!! said fuck it, kept on dancing like nothing was the matter.
sunday got up, headed to orlando, spent the afternoon doing the family thing. had an awesome time, didnt want to leave the party, but headed back here for my date. traffic was a bitch, took me 2 hours to get home, sign number two that i shouldnt be going on this date with mike. finally got home, headed to tampa, mike didnt even ask me if i was hungry, thirsty, just got in the car and jetted. make it to the dance place, he pays the 10 bucks, sit down, watch them do a lesson. at this point im okay, a little nervous, but just soaking in the surroundings. okay 8 p.m. comes, music starts, lights dim and he wants to get out there on the first fucking song!!!!! let me see how all these other people are doing. yeah i was the only beginner in the whole damn place. so i get out and we start to dance, of course i forget everything he taught me saturday. by this point i can feel myself starting to have a panic attack, classic signs, i need to take a xanax because im freaking out. so i tell him ive got to stop or im gonna go crazy. sit back down, tell him to go and dance while i calm down.
the whole time in my head im thinking that i shouldnt be here. its too much, this is the worst first date, i dont like this guy and i cant fucking dance. so i call my friend to drive to tampa to come and pick me up. told mike i was sorry, but just couldnt handle this, needed to go and i would be outside. the fucker insist on waiting outside with me til my ride gets there, which really pissed me off because i truly wanted to be alone. i felt like such a dumb ass and he somehow managed to say it was my idea that we go swingdancing. so i sat there, not arguing, because i know that is not even the case. i would never take someone who has never done this before on a first date. what happend to dinner and a movie??? dinner and coffee?? dinner and fucking??? those are my ideas of what a first date should be. fuck swing dancing.
anyways, never calling him back, just writing that experience off and suppressing that one into the memory banks.
monday spent the day relaxing, napping, and just got home from eating dinner at some friends house. going to bed soon. hope everyone has a wonderful week!!! tell me about your 4th and all the fun, drunk festivities that occurred!!!
xoxoxo (anti-swing dancing chick)
kristen
sunday got up, headed to orlando, spent the afternoon doing the family thing. had an awesome time, didnt want to leave the party, but headed back here for my date. traffic was a bitch, took me 2 hours to get home, sign number two that i shouldnt be going on this date with mike. finally got home, headed to tampa, mike didnt even ask me if i was hungry, thirsty, just got in the car and jetted. make it to the dance place, he pays the 10 bucks, sit down, watch them do a lesson. at this point im okay, a little nervous, but just soaking in the surroundings. okay 8 p.m. comes, music starts, lights dim and he wants to get out there on the first fucking song!!!!! let me see how all these other people are doing. yeah i was the only beginner in the whole damn place. so i get out and we start to dance, of course i forget everything he taught me saturday. by this point i can feel myself starting to have a panic attack, classic signs, i need to take a xanax because im freaking out. so i tell him ive got to stop or im gonna go crazy. sit back down, tell him to go and dance while i calm down.
the whole time in my head im thinking that i shouldnt be here. its too much, this is the worst first date, i dont like this guy and i cant fucking dance. so i call my friend to drive to tampa to come and pick me up. told mike i was sorry, but just couldnt handle this, needed to go and i would be outside. the fucker insist on waiting outside with me til my ride gets there, which really pissed me off because i truly wanted to be alone. i felt like such a dumb ass and he somehow managed to say it was my idea that we go swingdancing. so i sat there, not arguing, because i know that is not even the case. i would never take someone who has never done this before on a first date. what happend to dinner and a movie??? dinner and coffee?? dinner and fucking??? those are my ideas of what a first date should be. fuck swing dancing.
anyways, never calling him back, just writing that experience off and suppressing that one into the memory banks.
monday spent the day relaxing, napping, and just got home from eating dinner at some friends house. going to bed soon. hope everyone has a wonderful week!!! tell me about your 4th and all the fun, drunk festivities that occurred!!!
xoxoxo (anti-swing dancing chick)
kristen
I had to work but that was ok i didn't have any plans. So i get there and we have a staff of 5 people. ( By the way i work at the taco bell on memorial and gary, on lake parker) We are supposed to have 3 people come in at 9:00pm and send two people home. Well the two go home and noone else ever show up. So now it is down to three people and the fire works show at the stadium is about over so i decide to close lobby down and focus on drive-thru well that just made people angry because the drink machine is still broken. ( drunken redneck+Thirstyness-drinkmaching=angryass motherfuckers) so my nite just fukin suked