Posts Tagged ‘Bubbles’


Let the music play, down at Fraggle Rock

December 29, 2008

Bubbles and I were out one night and I wasn’t really into meeting anyone so I decided to be the best wing-woman ever. I gave her number to a bartender she’d been into for a while and then decided to work on this guy, Bear, she’d been eyeing all night. I went up to Bear and his buddies (one hottie, one nottie) and chatted away. After introducing Bubbles and convincing Bear that he should buy her breakfast that weekend, I tried to find a way to talk to the hottie friend. Instead the nottie, Muppet, had me cornered. My attempts to get away from him were feeble and I ended up with his number. I never called him.

About a month later, after many scheduling conflicts, Bubbles and Bear had plans to grab a drink after work and apparently I was expected to come along as Muppet wanted to see me. As I was going back & forth with Bubbles, a Facebook notification popped up on my Blackberry. “Blah Blahblah would like to add you as a friend.” Who is this random Mr. Blahblah, I do not know. So I asked. Turns out, it was Muppet. I had been Facebook stalked. UGH. So after a couple emails through FB, I agreed to hang out that night. The 4 of us went to the same bar where we’d all met, got a couple drinks, started a trivia game and then Bubbles and I took off. Bear was cool and she liked him but I was not feeling Muppet. He looked like a tame version of Animal and was kind of arrogant too.

A day or two later, I got a message on Facebook from him. “Hey had a great time hope we can do it again sometime send me your number mine is whatever whatever whatever.” I did not want this guy having my number so I replied something to the effect of “Was a cool night. I love trivia. We should hang out as a group soon” to which he replied mentioning that I’d forgotten to include my number. I never wrote back.

Bubbles and I were at a different bar a couple days after that (ha! It sounds like we’re such partiers) and he was there. I just avoided eye contact and haven’t seen him since.


Just go crawl under a rock, buddy

August 22, 2008

So after the first date debacle, Flares claimed he didn’t remember any of the ridiculousness and after some thought I agreed to give it another shot. After all, the first date had been great for the most part. Our second date went well, as did our third. The third was at my house and he was a bit pushy sexually but I was OK with it.

Then came last night. I knew that Flares lives with a couple guys that work at my company. And I had met one of his good friends when the guy had followed my girlfriend Bubbles to a bar she was meeting us at. So there was definitely some overlapping of social circles.

Anyway, last night I was looking to get some drinks and Bubbles offered to meet me out. Flares said he was at a bar with some guys from my company and to meet him there. So we show up to this bar and Bubbles stepped away for a second. Immediately, Flares said “Bubbles and I hung out a few times.” That kind of stuff doesn’t bother me so I commended him on his good taste in women and strolled over to see my girl. Immediately, she says “I have a story for you.” I drag her into the bathroom and this is what she tells me: (B- if I get this wrong feel free to correct me)

About 2 years ago, Bubbles and Flares went on a few dates and everything went nicely. One night they met up at a bar and he was already trashed. She wasn’t really into the whole thing anyway and thought this was kind of crass and therefore, decided to call it a night. Flares insisted that he walk her home and eventually she agreed. When they got to her door, Bubbles went to say goodbye but Flares asked (as if it was insane that she hadn’t invited) if he could come upstairs. She said no and he then claimed that he needed to use the bathroom. She called him on using a lame excuse but reluctantly let him in anyway, telling him to pee and then get out.

Bubbles went into her bedroom and after a couple minutes, heard Flares sneaking around her apartment. She went to see what was going on and found him sprawled across the couch with his shoes and socks off. When he saw her, he patted the couch next to him (Side note: you have to see her do these hand motions. It cracks me up) motioning for her to join him. She said no and again he tried to get her over to cuddle/whatever with him. Eventually she got him to pick up his stuff and leave. As they were at the door, Flares leaned in to kiss her. Bubbles reacted by kicking him in the shin, shoving him out the door and slamming it shut.

So at this point, we were in the bathroom and I was laughing my ass off. Her story definitely trumped mine. Flares spent the rest of the night trying to explain himself away and I told him that he just needs to stop acting like that. Being the sweetheart that she is, Bubbles says that she thinks “he’s ultimately a nice guy.” If this story was it, all alone, I would understand. But I’ve had similar experiences with him and it’s just not sitting well. Oh well. Next!