Social Animal.

by fiona

2009-06-06 00:21:16 PDT

You know when you realize you're old? When you host Clay's ball team for a BBQ, and everyone's in the basement drinking beer and having fun with Rock Band, and you sneak gratefully away with your fizzy water to load the dishwasher and type in your online journal.

Sad.

On that note: there is a guy here who seriously needs some social skillz (says the old girl blogging away on Friday night). I met this guy at last year's BBQ and he rubbed me the wrong way then. Just everything he says is sex-inflected, you know? Okay, so we have this creepy playhouse in our back yard, right? A few people were remarking lightheartedly on it, with the edgiest comment along the lines of "It's like something out of The Blair Witch Project." Cue pleasant bland social laughter, blah blah blah suburban rituals.

Creepy Guy: Yep, some rape has happened in there! Whoo boy!

General silent discomfort. Creepy Guy looks around proudly, like he's totally fitting in with the tone.

Me: What.

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