Random Acts of Awkwardness

Subject: Random Acts of Awkwardness

Date: Thursday 10/26/06 8:38:00 AM

Music: Life in the Fast Lane – The Eagles

Location: Lockwood Library, University at Buffalo

“He was a hard headed man, he was brutally handsome, she was terminally vain. She held him up and he held her for ransom…he had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude, said he was ruthless, said he was cruel, had one thing in common, they were good in bed, she said faster faster, the lights are turning red”

So (my time line is a little scewy on this one, but it’s good enough to give you a good representation of my dillema) homecoming was (around) three weeks ago and I get on the bus and this hot (but in a weird way to describe) semi-intoxicated guy looks at me like he knows me, and I look at him like I know him…and I realize that I do…but I can’t place where I met him…was it a Frat Party…at the Gay Club…I just can’t recall.

And it does make a difference, because with one it’s like “hey hottie what’s up…” the other it’s all like “grunt grunt, red meat…baseball…” well, not really (well…it depends…I have a good deal of friends who are frat guys and only about half of them talk like that) but you do get the idea that I’d probably communicate differently with him based on where I met him.

So I think it’s weird, the bus gets to my stop, I get off and go home. Fine.

Last week, I’m in Starbucks and he comes up to me and he’s like “Hi Matt!” and I’m like “hey how you doing” so now I feel bad because he clearly remembers meeting me, remembers my name and I have no idea where the hell I met this guy, who he is, or why he knows my name (unless maybe he’s a stalker or something, in which case I think he could be doing some more productive things with his time). So anyways, I’m standing in Starbucks thinking I’m going to be all slick, so I tell him that I don’t think he’s on my facebook so he should add me.

Bastard doesn’t use facebook.

I say “oh, what about AIM” so he writes down his screen name…with no name.

I’m not pulling the “hey, lets compare awful UB ID Card Pictures.”

Next time I see him I’m telling him I’m having a blonde moment and just asking for his name.