Ignorance is Bliss…or is it?
Dear Blog Buddies, my life is full of stupid situations…almost all of them worth telling you about, I had one of these “You have got to be freaking kidding me” moments last night…allow me to tell ya’ll all about it. My girls and I headed uptown last night for drinks after work. Yay drinks! I see my current object of affection and I was immediately stoked, partially because my friends were with me and they would get to see the cute boys I hang out with!!! I am interested in this dude, he is definitely cute and pretty cool…most of the time. To make you guys understand this ridiculous situation, I am going to fill you in on my recent past with this kid. We make out in public usually after consuming adult beverages. When I say that we have been that couple in the bar swapping spit for thirty minutes…I am not lying. It’s quite trashy of me!! It is no secret that I dig him, in fact, I am pretty sure I spilled my guts to him one crazy night a few weeks back. Regardless, we are friends and I am genuinely interested in his well being. He tells me last week that he has a date with this hot chick and he even shows me a picture of her on his phone and she really is kinda hot. Crap!!! He tells me that I wouldn’t like her (of course I wouldn’t like her douche, she snagged the guy I wanna go out with). So last night I asked him how his date went with skank bag (I call her skank bag to make myself feel better), he proceeds to tell me that his date was awesome. They’ve went out several times since then and he has even taken her shopping and cooked her a fancy dinner. He must have noticed the disapointment spreading across my face and says “Hey, You asked and I told you”. He is totally right, I did ask. I asked him in hopes that she would’ve sucked at life. A small part of me knew there was a chance that he actually liked her…but I was really hoping she was cross-eyed or had bad breath or just maybe she would be completely awful and he wouldn’t see her again. Apparently she is none of those and I look like an idiot. So this begs the questions…is ignorance really bliss? Is it better to be completely in the know or to be ever so shielded from the harsh truth (in this case truth being that dude doesn’t like me and would prefer to date skank bag). I am torn, a very small part of me would like to know that I am only a bar make out buddy so I can at least move on to kissing other dudes. The other part of me is kicking myself in the ass for asking the question…had I not asked, I could have used ignorance as an excuse to keep vying for his affection. I am a creature of habit and I love a challenge, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am a little disheartened to know that the blonde skank bag wins the prize. So blog buddies…would you have asked him how it went? If I had to do it over…I would still ask him…except this time I would keep my face in check.