I haven't consulted the historians yet, but perhaps this is Massassi's first ever anti-girl help thread. I am sunk! Downed! Deceived!
Grismath was there, minding his own business a year ago at a birthday party. He met a girl, with whom he danced once and ran into by the bathrooms and discussed books with, but she had a huge Israeli boyfriend, and he somehow gave Gris bad vibes, as did the girl, about whom something just didn't seem right.
Within two days, Grismath was invited by this same girl to the beach, but Grismath, finding this proposition a bit too forward in delivery, and remembering said huge boyfriend, AND having also discovered the notoriousness of this girl in other social circles of my school as a slutbag, he politely declined. After a bunch of other creepy things, he blocked her and thought he was done with her FOR EVER.
Alas, at an invitational dance later that year, they encountered, and Grismath was saved from her serpentine stare lock of doom by a friend who carried him off to the safety of the dancefloor. They traded few words, and she and her new boy toy faded into obacurity.
Or so I would have liked to think. At the end of the next summer, he encountered her again at a girl's graduation party. She had been kicked out of her school for having hosted a prom supporting alternative lifestyles in a breach of the orders of her catholic school. She was now a bisexual. Grismath, however, a naive gentleman, sought to host a dance later on this year of a far more conservative nature, and wanted some advice on the input necessary. So they talked in the basement, but everyone got ideas about this, and then after the conversation about dance-building had ended, she led him up to a bedroom and talked about who the hell knows what. Grismath was late getting home, and his friends all looked at him a little funny.
He was somehow cajoled into unblocking her from his IM list. He made a point very quickly of seeming uninterested in her, and they talked rarely, and only of politics or philosophy. She informed him that there was supposedly a gay rights march going on in his town one weekend and after it was over she wanted to know if he wanted to meet up with her. He gave a wishy washy response and then never called her, like a middle school girl trying to let a guy down all soft-like.
The weekend came and went. Later on, he was suddenly asked on a date by this girl. Having nothing better to do, and wanting to acquire social XP, Grismath consented, intending to blow her off at the end of it. BUT HERE COMES THE PLOT TWIST FOLKS.
Despite her getting the boot at the Catholic school, she has gone on to sing from the hills and the halls that I agreed to go with her, and is every minute tarnishing my heretofore sterling reputation at that school, which is my primary source of chica acquisition. So now I'm going to have to deal with the meh girls who admire me going around 'ooohing' or whatever and turning off the REAL prospects at that school.
In fact, this little tete-a-tete on Saturday was merely meant to be a preparatory testing ground for a date with the real girl I have my eyes on this Sunday. But now! All is on the brink of destruction! How do I quell the oohing masses of femininity? How do I ressurrect my reputation? She is a notorious slut, and they think we've snuck off or something every time we've met. I don't even like her, I want nothing to do with her. All my boon companions flee or have fleed from her like the plague due to horrific past experiences! She is mentally unstable.
I just got off the phone with her for 40 minutes. She's a good conversationalist, or was, until she started asking me about the last time I've kissed, or repeatedly why I agreed to go with her. She sees me for the innocent chevalier wannabe that I am, methinks!
What do I do? How do I get her off my back or even worse my... nevermind! MASSASSI, I NEED YOUR HELP UNLIKE I'VE EVER NEEDED IT BEFORE!
Grismath was there, minding his own business a year ago at a birthday party. He met a girl, with whom he danced once and ran into by the bathrooms and discussed books with, but she had a huge Israeli boyfriend, and he somehow gave Gris bad vibes, as did the girl, about whom something just didn't seem right.
Within two days, Grismath was invited by this same girl to the beach, but Grismath, finding this proposition a bit too forward in delivery, and remembering said huge boyfriend, AND having also discovered the notoriousness of this girl in other social circles of my school as a slutbag, he politely declined. After a bunch of other creepy things, he blocked her and thought he was done with her FOR EVER.
Alas, at an invitational dance later that year, they encountered, and Grismath was saved from her serpentine stare lock of doom by a friend who carried him off to the safety of the dancefloor. They traded few words, and she and her new boy toy faded into obacurity.
Or so I would have liked to think. At the end of the next summer, he encountered her again at a girl's graduation party. She had been kicked out of her school for having hosted a prom supporting alternative lifestyles in a breach of the orders of her catholic school. She was now a bisexual. Grismath, however, a naive gentleman, sought to host a dance later on this year of a far more conservative nature, and wanted some advice on the input necessary. So they talked in the basement, but everyone got ideas about this, and then after the conversation about dance-building had ended, she led him up to a bedroom and talked about who the hell knows what. Grismath was late getting home, and his friends all looked at him a little funny.
He was somehow cajoled into unblocking her from his IM list. He made a point very quickly of seeming uninterested in her, and they talked rarely, and only of politics or philosophy. She informed him that there was supposedly a gay rights march going on in his town one weekend and after it was over she wanted to know if he wanted to meet up with her. He gave a wishy washy response and then never called her, like a middle school girl trying to let a guy down all soft-like.
The weekend came and went. Later on, he was suddenly asked on a date by this girl. Having nothing better to do, and wanting to acquire social XP, Grismath consented, intending to blow her off at the end of it. BUT HERE COMES THE PLOT TWIST FOLKS.
Despite her getting the boot at the Catholic school, she has gone on to sing from the hills and the halls that I agreed to go with her, and is every minute tarnishing my heretofore sterling reputation at that school, which is my primary source of chica acquisition. So now I'm going to have to deal with the meh girls who admire me going around 'ooohing' or whatever and turning off the REAL prospects at that school.
In fact, this little tete-a-tete on Saturday was merely meant to be a preparatory testing ground for a date with the real girl I have my eyes on this Sunday. But now! All is on the brink of destruction! How do I quell the oohing masses of femininity? How do I ressurrect my reputation? She is a notorious slut, and they think we've snuck off or something every time we've met. I don't even like her, I want nothing to do with her. All my boon companions flee or have fleed from her like the plague due to horrific past experiences! She is mentally unstable.
I just got off the phone with her for 40 minutes. She's a good conversationalist, or was, until she started asking me about the last time I've kissed, or repeatedly why I agreed to go with her. She sees me for the innocent chevalier wannabe that I am, methinks!
What do I do? How do I get her off my back or even worse my... nevermind! MASSASSI, I NEED YOUR HELP UNLIKE I'VE EVER NEEDED IT BEFORE!
