What the fuck is up with guys lately. I mean for fucking real. I don’t come off as a heinous bitch do I? Don’t answer that.
What happened was…
I drove Dad to the comic store. We got every week now so we get out of the house. We get there and there’s a few guys in the place, nothing unusual. I’m usually the only girl in there anyway. Well, there’s this red headed guy, who I will now call Mr. Ginger from this point on, that I’ve seen in there a few times already. He hangs around for a bit and has a convo with Dad and Jamie (the guy that works there).
I notice that on occasion he’ll look over at me. I’m standing way out of the conversation zone and I keep staring at him too. He has a southern drawl, but he seems to be very intelligent. When they get to a genre of movies I watch, I join in.
He says that Rob Zombie’s House of a 1000 Corpses and Devil’s Rejects were great movies. I stated "No. They're a bunch of rednecks out in the middle of nowhere that kill people. They did that with Texas Chainsaw." He was like "It had Free Bird at the end of it! That makes it good!" I said "No it doesn't. It just means its a good enough song to survive over the decades." Jamie said "That's a very valid and good argument." Mr. Ginger seemed kind of shocked in a "Wow. I got told and it was polite. I commend you!"
He kept giving off an air about him. Like he wanted to ask for my number, but Dad was standing around there and crap. WHAT IS WRONG WITH GUYS!? I MEAN SERIOUSLY! IF YOU WANT A FUCKING NUMBER, ASK! HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
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