|Face redacted unless he emails out of the blue and gives me permission to put his face on my blog (hey, it could happen)|
At some point in high school I was pretty into this guy in my history class. Or maybe it was English? I don't remember. Anyway, I liked him. He wasn't much of a dater. In fact, he was kind of girl-inept, but I didn't understand that at the time. I thought he was just too busy with other stuff to be bothered or something.
After a lot of hard work (seriously, at some point I should have realized it wasn't worth it), I finally convinced him that I was cool and maybe we should go out sometime.
We went on a group date of sorts with a bunch of his friends. I say "of sorts" because many of them were also girl-inept and didn't actually bring dates. Which, in my mind, means they probably shouldn't have come on the group date, but this group of friends didn't really work that way.
So, we were sitting in the theater waiting for the movie to start when my date offered me popcorn and a soda. I was a little confused, because he never went to the concession stand and he since he hadn't paid for my ticket (high school is a time of poverty, I get it) I doubted he bought us popcorn. I declined, thinking that one of the other boys must have bought it and I don't want to mooch off them like that. No one else seemed to have a problem with it and they all shared.
We watched the movie. Nothing of note happened.
On the way back to the car I ask who was nice enough to share their popcorn and soda with everyone. "Oh, no one bought that," he replies, "We found it on the ground by one of the trash cans."
And the weird thing is, I WENT OUT WITH HIM AGAIN.