The Do-Gooder
Now I know you don’t know me personally but I’m all for personal gain. I have a ‘dream’ and that dream consists of me doing what I want to do, becoming the best at that and having fun along the way. If someone should want to join me on that quest why not; more the merrier!
Anyways I met a guy; a nice guy, the ‘Do-Gooder’. He like’s to do stuff for charity. Lots of stuff, he’s even leading my flatmate and an bunch of other people on an excursion up a mountain.
He approached me the other day and asked me what I was doing monday night. Thinking OMG a date I kept cool and said not much I don’t think.
He then announces that there’s a charity pub quiz and that I should bring all my friends. So I said; I’ll bring the flatmate.
Ahh feck! Embarrassing.
He then said to embarrass me even more that he wasn’t asking me out on a date, and as he walked away he said but we could if you want; all I could say in my beetroot red face situ was ‘I’ll bring the flatmate’ again!
Wtf was I saying I’ll bring the flatmate to the date?! Why could I not be normal and say yeah, I’d like that. X