not that guy
Right now Sex and the City is on. For those of you familiar with it, it is the episode when Carrie brings Big to a wedding and he won't sign the card from the two of them, and he takes a call on his cell phone during the reception while she is making a toast.
On Sunday the youth staff went to lunch at Guasalmex (for non P-Towners, that is Guatemalan, Salvadorean, and Mexican food - clever!). This couple walked in and sat next to us. I noticed probably because the guy was good looking. After they ordered his cell phone rang. It was all downhill from there. Not only was he the obnoxious type to talk really loudly, but he was engaging in some kind of bizarre testosterone filled business transaction where he would get multiple calls, talk sports, and then say something like: "Heeeeey Buddy, so how'd your numbers go this week? Did you knock 'em dead?" I watched the girl he was with get smaller and smaller as she fumbled with her drink and tried to look unfazed. I felt bad for her. And I told myself to never be that girl.
And if Emily, Megan, or Mark read this, I was totally paying attention during our meeting.
On Sunday the youth staff went to lunch at Guasalmex (for non P-Towners, that is Guatemalan, Salvadorean, and Mexican food - clever!). This couple walked in and sat next to us. I noticed probably because the guy was good looking. After they ordered his cell phone rang. It was all downhill from there. Not only was he the obnoxious type to talk really loudly, but he was engaging in some kind of bizarre testosterone filled business transaction where he would get multiple calls, talk sports, and then say something like: "Heeeeey Buddy, so how'd your numbers go this week? Did you knock 'em dead?" I watched the girl he was with get smaller and smaller as she fumbled with her drink and tried to look unfazed. I felt bad for her. And I told myself to never be that girl.
And if Emily, Megan, or Mark read this, I was totally paying attention during our meeting.
posted by Elizabeth at 11:30 PM
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