Um yeah. Its true. The Jackhammer doesnt necessarily want to work with me, he wants to work on me (duh). Wed gotten quite tipsy on Sunday evening, and I promised to go over there last night to discuss projects with him. Of course, he told me that he was going to cook dinner for me again, and I tried to get out of that. I felt uncomfortable about two nights in a row, so I told him to go ahead and eat without me. Naturally, he waited. And then insisted that I eat when I got there. I said no. He said yes. And ladled me out a bowl of homemade spicy fish soup. Thats when I choked on something spicy and had a coughing fit. Nice and awkward. I think he found it charming. UGH!!
Projects were discussed over two more glasses of wine and I told him that I wasnt going to get drunk. Again, he insisted on pouring me gigantic glasses, and I started to get annoyed with him and very firm in my tone. Which again, he found charming .like Im a tough nut to crack or something. He was amused. Just stop it already!!
He asked me to work on a short film with him and the premise sounds quite fascinating. But Im not even going to get into the details of what happened after we started tossing (ew.) ideas back and forth. Its just too embarrassing, and I feel so stupid and naïve. I finally had to tell him to stop pawing me and that I was going to leave, but he still didnt get the message. I literally had to squeeze my way out his door and shut it behind me.
He told me to call him when I got home. Did I? No. So he called me. I didnt answer, but his goddam message said, Ill see you tomorrow!
Oh HELLS no!
Just one more reason to get the fuck outta Dodge.
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