i would rather be home alone then out with a guy who sells socks on the internet

no, i did not go out on a date with a guy who sells socks on the internet. but i think it says something when i kind of wish he did. that way we could have had something interesting to talk about to talk about. sooo, the guy who hit on me at school, had been asking me out every night since. and i'm sorry, but if you want to do something at 12:00 in the morning, i'm going to say no. (unless i think it may be worth it) but, if it's a first date type of deal.. i have school at 8:30 and i would rather not do that whole late nighter thing with someone i hardly know and blah blah blah. anyways! he keeps asking and asking, so friday night there's a black tie party at noahs in lindon. me and all of the roommates are going, so i figure i'd invite the kid. i would be with my roommates too, so maybe it wouldn't be as bad... well jokes on me. it was awful.

it's a black tie event right? they're doing a money drop, handing out free redbull, there is going to be a giant dance floor, and apparently this is utah's "hottest party of the year". so we get all glammed up in black dresses, curly hair, and seductive makeup and run out to meet, lets call him bob, in the parking lot. i should've realized the miss-communication when he was wearing a coat that went to his ankles and an oh so proper outfit underneath. i instantly felt like a tramp. giving him the benefit of the doubt, me and katelyn hoped in his car and off we were.

we got there way too early. and i knew we would, leaving at 9:00... but bob insisted we left early enough. we showed up, and again.. being way too early. we explored and then took a seat, waiting for the rest of our friends to arrive. before i begin, this place was AWESOME. noah's is this giant entertainment lodge kind of thing. there's four levels. on the first there is rooms with half kitchens in every one, some had pool and ping pong, there was a "security room" where everyone could put their things. the room had only glass walls and had security guarding everything. oh, and there wasn't only security guards in that room, there was security outside of every entry, inside on every floor, in every hallway and inside every room. legit right? the first floor also had the giant dance floor, entry to the garden/grass area outside, bathrooms, staircases, and elevators. the second floor had another dance floor, with more rooms filled with couches for everyone to hang out it, a theater room, which was playing movies as the night went on, and more bathrooms and locked rooms. the third floor had yet again, another dance floor. more locked bedrooms, and another room filled with pool, ping pong, a television, and a kitchen. the fourth floor was exposed to the outside, and was suppose to have ice skating, but all the ice had melted. lame. the entire building was made of concrete, and was beautiful. half of the inside was just plain, exposed cement, and the other half was pretty painted walls, but everything else was up to date furniture and kitchen ware, hardwood floors, and exposed ceilings. it was beautiful.  

alright, back to my date. we show up, and are waiting for the rest of our fraaans. so we take a seat in the first room. we really weren't missing much because there was literally only five people on the dance floor, and bucket loads of people still coming in. and let me remind you, it's about 9:30 at this point, and this is just pure awkwardness. alright, key number one. a first date doesn't mean we're engaged. so don't be all over me like you own me. bob was a repeat offender of this. HE WAS CONSTANTLY TOUCHING ME, and not the cute kind. the creepy lingering kind. whenever he would talk to me he would let his hand linger to wherever the crap it felt like lingering to, and it would stay there... he was even doing it to katelyn! we have an apartment joke that is "accepting people into our personal bubble." (it's from a dating book my mother gave me.. yes. a dating book..) and if you're digging someone you let them into your personal bubble of space. well, i never invited bob into my bubble, but he was all up in it. with his face and lets not forget those lingering hands! i started to count the awkward glances we got from people, and the last thing i want is any of these single, tall, dark, and handsome men at this giant party to think is that i'm about to marry this stranger. so at this point i'm starting to get bugged.

so we decide to walk to the next level. and we get up there and found a few people we knew. so we're talking, it's whatever. thankfully bob isn't all up in my george foreman at that moment. and then i hear someone calling my name. jameson gilbert. FINALLY! a different guy i know that can help me escape from bob for just a couple of minutes at least. so i run over to jameson and give him a fat hug. later kate told me that while me and jameson were embracing bobs face was this...

but of course, it was a guy's face. and i was like...

he was seriously giving me a satanic psycho look. who does that? the night progressed, and amberli and our other peeps showed up. so we started to evacuate the dance floor. and yes, as we entered the dance floor bob started the lingering touching back up again. i was vexed, vexed enough to almost turn around and punch him square in the face. it had passed the uncomfortable part, and was now sinking in the lake of fury. any where i moved, his hand was on my back, his other grabbing my arm, like i was his mother in disneyland. i was waiting for him to wrap around my leg, and make me drag him around the dance floor. the night was crashing, and crashing fast. i kept dancing, avoiding him as much as possible with him still breathing down my neck. and when it got too hot, we all ran outside to let the february utah air cool us down. when we were all outside, i was as alert as an owl. waiting for bob's hand to feel me up anytime soon. and as i looked around, i couldnt find bob anywhere. this was the biggest relief of the night. he had lost me. bob had lost me.

we went back onto the floor and kept dancing. and i wasn't as worried about finding bob, because he had plenty of friends there and looking for someone specific at this point of the night was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. there were people literally shoulder to shoulder, and that made it impossible to find anyone. the group of us wondered upstairs, and as we got to the third floor we all got locked up there. 

bummer..... i'm stuck upstairs with all my girl friends, an open dance floor and breathing room. and they really weren't letting anyone in or out of the third floor. complete lock down.

after we all had recouped we sweet talked a security guard into escorting us back downstairs. the bitter looks we got from everyone was priceless, because he was taking us and only us back down. not going to lie, i loved the special treatment. and he wasn't even feeling me up! the party was practically over, and we were ready to go home. but lets not forget, bob is our ride home..

so we get back down to the first floor and are slowly wondering around, and BAM! bob pops up out of no where. he tells us to wait in the first room, while he goes and grabs a drink, and then we'll head home. we sat in that room at least 45 minutes, thinking for sure bob had left us. which would of been understandable, since we were apart for most of the night. but he came back. took us to the car, and we were gone. the ride home was awkward to say the least. he told me that we could've called a taxi, instead of making him to us. but let me tell you all, that wasn't my intentions at all. the thought of using him for a ride is way too evil for me to do. i'm not a mean girl. i really wanted to get to know him, but bringing him to a giant party probably wasn't the best way to get to know someone. but as we continued to drive home he chewed our ears off. little did we know, he thought it was a "mocktail" party. with maybe 100 people, orderves, fancy none alcoholic drinks, and jazz music. he made it very clear that the event we just attended was NOT his scene. and then he started apologizing to me for loosing me at the beginning of the night. wait. i'm getting apologized to for loosing YOU. bless you're heart. but he kept bashing on everyone there, the girls that wouldn't dance with him, the "juice head" guys who just lift weights and have pea sized brains. (which i'm sure there was a few there, but classifying every guy there like that, guys that me and kate knew, that's a little overboard.) as we entered provo he kept dropping hint after hint that he wanted to hang out some more. but me and kate had had enough. more then enough. as we entered the raintree parking lot, he was on my last nerve, and then BOOM. he bashed hair school. that last nerve exploaded i was about to tuck and roll, and get my ginger self out of that car. he walked us to the door, and being a loyal roommate kate waited for me to say my goodbyes. we hugged, my back turned to katelyn, and he literally stared kate down giving her the hint to leave. i tried letting go, but oh no. he tightened the hug, and i again tried to let go, AND HE TIGHTENED THE HUG AGAIN. my life started to flash before my eyes until he finally loosened up his grip and i was able to run to the door. 

me and katelyn ran to our beds, and sure enough bob texts me wanting to "talk it out." we couldn't help but giggle off the fact that i had been engaged to this man, and had had a fight with him to the point where we had to talk it out all in one night. talk about a fast mover. i was so done with it, and my bed had never been so comfortable.