The Job Interview (Ep. 668)

So with the Atlanta3 gone for the weekend, I'm taking it upon myself to keep this blog chugging. Unfortunately with everyone out of town, it's going to be an interesting time hanging out with people that I don't normally see, um, for a reason.

Anyway, the Phillies are playing in Atlanta. I'm the biggest fan and have to go to every game I can. Knowing that Blondy is from Philly, I text her to see if she wants to go with me and she happily agrees. She's a nice pretty girl, but on our sushi date, it felt like a job interview. She would ask me questions and I'd respond. I'd try to spicen up the conversation, but to no avail. I don't know why, but we just didn't click.

Giving this a second chaance, I try my best. For the first time in my life I washed my car with a quick trip to the dollar store. (Sidebar: There are so many things you can do cheaply. Rather than paying about $20 at Target for supplies, it cost me $3).

So anyway, I park my car near Grant Park and we walk the 600 meters to the ballpark. At this point the conversation isn't exciting, but it's okay. We stand in line for tickets and I tell her to take out her student id. When we finally get to the counter, I get the $7 student tickets (which are such great seats), and throw my credit card to pay for them. Here's the strange thing: I bought her ticket and she didn't really say thank you. She never tried to pay or seem appreciative. Weird.

When in the ballpark, she didn't really to seem much of a baseball fan or know much about it. That was fine, but she pretended to be a big Phillies fan, wore the shirt, and everything. The game really sucked as the Braves pitched a one-hitter winning 9-1. Throughout most of the game, she didn't say much. I asked a few questions, so I guess I was mostly doing the job interview. I even asked this one, "if you played baseball, what position would you play?" There's a lot you could do with that question, but she simply answered, "pitcher." I'm not going to be the catcher.

While walking home, she conversed a little more. But then there's this car parked on the side of the road. This blog will appreciate the fact that the shady looking man riding shotgun flashed his badge at me. What the fuck did I do wrong? "Hey, are you guys from around here." As we both wear Phillies shirts, I think how to answer this question and why I'm in trouble. Learning from Simms, I say, "Nope, just visiting for the Phillies game." To which he replies, "Well then you probably don't know that a lot of women have been getting pushed to ground and their purses stolen." Thanks dude, as if this friendship date weren't bad enough, you're going to scare the shit out of her. They continue, "I guess you wouldn't know that since you're not from here, but where are you going."

I wonder if it's possible thaat the cops have nothing better to do than follow me around for having Pennsy plates. Just in case, I go for the big lie, "We were just in town for the Phillies game and spent the day at Grant Park, so I figured we'd just walk to the game." Right now, I'm thinking that talking to Douche Cop now puts us at risk for a mugging right in front of them. I keep joking that I'll be safe and I want to go. The cop then asks, "Do you want a ride to your car?" NO! Just leave me the frick alone. After about another block of walking Blondy wonders out loud if she maybe we should have gotten a ride. Thanks Douches.

So anyway, we drive home and I drop her off. Perhaps adding some alcohol to the situation might help. I know what I'm looking for in a girl and in friends, so I'm hoping that maybe we'll really hit it off the next time?

EPILOGUE: As I'm writing this story, I get a phone call from a random 404 phone number. It turns out she lost her cell phone and thinks it might be in my car. It's not there, but it makes me wonder, without her phone, how'd she know my number???