So, I get a text message last week from this guy Gary. They call him Opie because he has red hair and he looks like Opie Taylor. Him and Tim are living together and the text says...
"Hi Carmen, This is Opie. I was wondering if you wanted to go for a ride sometime on my motorcycle. I stole your number out of Tim's phone - yeah, I'm a shit head."
So, I'm like, "Damn, that's fucked up". They moved in together like two days ago and already he's stealing my number out of Tim's phone? So, I decided against causing drama. I didn't tell Tim about it and I didn't respond to the text message.
So, a week later Tim texts me and tells me he gave my number to Opie because Opie kept bugging him for it. I'm like "dude - that's fucked up on so many levels. Why the fuck are you passing my number around without my permission? I gave him a piece of my mind and let it go.
Last night I pull up at the meeting and Opie walks over to me and is like "Can we talk?" I hate confontation. I hate uncomfortable situations and I'm definitely not interested in this guy or having any "talks" with this guy - so I was like "No" and walked by him. I guess that was rude, but whatever.
He proceeded to like text message me 4 times last night after the meeting trying to explain to me that he's not trying to hook up and that I just seem like a nice person. blah blah blah. What would give him the idea that I'm nice when I've never even had a 2 minute conversation with him.
These guys are so freakin pathetic. I'm so mad that Tim just found it within his rights to pass my number around - bullshit.
So, last night I didn't watch DWTS because I went out to eat with everyone after the meeting. We went to Claim Jumper - they give you too much food to eat. If I ate all of the food that was on my plate when I went out to eat, I would be HUGE. More food is not always better.
Anwyay, I did catch a wrap up this morning on Adam and I guess he only scored 15. Not a great start, but plenty of room for improvement. I'll be doing a writeup hopefully tonight.
They were having a wedding reception at Claim Jumper last night when we were eating there. Who the hell has a wedding reception at Claim Jumper? So tacky. And on a Monday night? Weird.