Never chase a lady
I once wrote a blog post titled 10 signs he's not that into you. Well here's one that he's way too into you.
It was St. Patrick's Day. Monday. Sure, I thought, I'll grab a couple beers to cheers to the holiday. My friend's sister was visiting for spring break so a few of us hit up some Irish bars. The last place we ended up at was this cute Irish bar with loud music and people dancing next to the bar. We grabbed a table in the corner and grubbed on some food (wings for me, of course, and a Guinness). It was pretty casual so I'm thinking good, I can still get home at a decent hour with only a couple beers in my belly.
We decided to talk to some drunk people at the bar. My friend had already befriended an officer so I was leaning against the wall sipping my beer and watching all the drunk fools around me. I got pulled into a group of cops — friends of the guy my friend was now kissing. This one guy and I started talking.
He was a cop, 32, and he told me he lived in my neighborhood. Not necessarily my type but he seemed cool and we had a good time chatting. I could tell he was much drunker than I was. I decided it was late and I needed to go home. He asked me to come home with him, I said no. Then, he begged me. Literally, begged me. I said no and left the bar, not sure which way was the subway station, but he followed me out of the bar, so I just started walking. He actually ran after me, begging me. I told him no again and to stop chasing after me. I turned a corner, thinking he was gone. Oh no, he came running up again in front of me, begging. "Please?!" he asked. "Then how can I see you again? Can I at least your number?" "No! Stop chasing me!" I said. I found the subway station and made it home.
Seriously, he was going to chase after me and beg me?
Then a week later I was out with my girls. My friend wanted to meet up with the guy she was talking to that night and he was at the same Irish bar. Of course his fellow cop friend was there, the one that chased me. I stayed at the back of the bar but I knew he had seen me. When I was leaving he came up to me and said "Danielle, I've been wanting to talk to you all night." I had told my guy friend about him and he was right behind me, ready to fight if he had to. I said "Oh, hi" and left.
Later my friend said he kept asking where I went and to tell me to come hang out with them, that he was sorry for chasing me and to give him a second chance. And he asked her to put in a good word for him. Desperate much, mister 32-year-old? I think he misunderstood the game of chase.
It was St. Patrick's Day. Monday. Sure, I thought, I'll grab a couple beers to cheers to the holiday. My friend's sister was visiting for spring break so a few of us hit up some Irish bars. The last place we ended up at was this cute Irish bar with loud music and people dancing next to the bar. We grabbed a table in the corner and grubbed on some food (wings for me, of course, and a Guinness). It was pretty casual so I'm thinking good, I can still get home at a decent hour with only a couple beers in my belly.
We decided to talk to some drunk people at the bar. My friend had already befriended an officer so I was leaning against the wall sipping my beer and watching all the drunk fools around me. I got pulled into a group of cops — friends of the guy my friend was now kissing. This one guy and I started talking.
He was a cop, 32, and he told me he lived in my neighborhood. Not necessarily my type but he seemed cool and we had a good time chatting. I could tell he was much drunker than I was. I decided it was late and I needed to go home. He asked me to come home with him, I said no. Then, he begged me. Literally, begged me. I said no and left the bar, not sure which way was the subway station, but he followed me out of the bar, so I just started walking. He actually ran after me, begging me. I told him no again and to stop chasing after me. I turned a corner, thinking he was gone. Oh no, he came running up again in front of me, begging. "Please?!" he asked. "Then how can I see you again? Can I at least your number?" "No! Stop chasing me!" I said. I found the subway station and made it home.
Seriously, he was going to chase after me and beg me?
Then a week later I was out with my girls. My friend wanted to meet up with the guy she was talking to that night and he was at the same Irish bar. Of course his fellow cop friend was there, the one that chased me. I stayed at the back of the bar but I knew he had seen me. When I was leaving he came up to me and said "Danielle, I've been wanting to talk to you all night." I had told my guy friend about him and he was right behind me, ready to fight if he had to. I said "Oh, hi" and left.
Later my friend said he kept asking where I went and to tell me to come hang out with them, that he was sorry for chasing me and to give him a second chance. And he asked her to put in a good word for him. Desperate much, mister 32-year-old? I think he misunderstood the game of chase.
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