In case you haven’t already realized I am a huge, die hard Red Sox fan! My love for the Sox runs deep and it is even better when your friends love them with the same passion. One day, I met this guy; he was from Connecticut and a huge Sox fan. I thought to myself, “Great! You can never have too many Sox friends!”, and so the friendship began.

He was a great friend, easy to talk to and actually had a brain that functioned enough to have an intelligent conversation. He also had a career so I would never have to cover his end of the tab. (It has happened before, but that’s a whole other in itself.) So, we hung out a few times, saw Red Sox games at Tropicana, dinner, drinks, the things FRIENDS do.

I must have been out of my mind one day and said that I wanted to see snakes on a plane. He must have been out of his mind when he actually agreed!. Nevertheless, he picked me up and off we went. Shortly after getting into the car, the scent of his cologne began to seap into my nasal passages, (and as if that wasn’t bad enough) and even worse he was a bit dressed up. All night long I kept asking and answering myself.. Did he think this was a date?! No, it was Friday night and this must be his customary Friday night attire, I thought. However,my suspicion only deepened when his politeness seemed to cross the friendship line.So,I decided to continue to be my goofy self, despite his chivalrous gestures.

Immediately after the movie started, I had this overwhelming feeling, “this movie is going to suck.” I was right; 15 minutes after the movie began I wanted to pull my hair out.

 

 

About half way through the movie, I went to the bathroom and when I returned he started saying that he is so cold. I replied with, “I am glad I brought a sweater,” and continued watching the movie.

 

All of sudden, I realized he was getting closer to me, very slowly. I have to specify here that by no means was I dropping hints of interest towards him, I was being loud and obnoxious the entire time. Apparently to him, loud and obnoxious means flirting because all of a sudden his entire arm apperared around me. I have to confess, I was completely uncomfortable.

 

I beganto rack my brain for ways to get of this hold without being rude and making it more uncomfortable. Luckily, he bought me Twizzlers and after racking my brain for a way out, I realized that I dropped them on the ground! YES! This was my out! So, I sat up a little and started looking under my seat with my phone that served as a flashlight. When I sat back up his arm was back to his side and I was free! I then put my purse in my lap, sat back, put my legs up and started eating my Twizzlers.

 

My next thought was, “Oh God, he is going to want to walk me to my door!!! What the ---- am I going to do?!?” The movie ended and while we were walking towards the car I was trying to come up with something fast, very fast due to the fact that my house is just minutes away from the cinema. As we turned down my street I unbuckled, put my purse on my shoulder and a hand on the door, ready to open it as soon as the car stopped. I told him my friend had texted me and was drunk at a bar and needed a ride. By the time I said that I was pretty much out of the car.

 

He mentioned we should do this again sometime and I replied with, “Ok, Have a great night.” I slammed the door and jumped into my car! Finally, I was safe! I guess the whole moral to this story is next time I will employ a more extensive screening process for a friendship other than the fact that someone is a Red Sox fan!

 

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