There is something about me that screams, "Crazy guys! Come here!" I am some kind of homing beacon for emotionally unstable men. It's amusing, yet also disturbing.
So many funny things happened this weekend that I will post about soon. I've been in Nashville with my mom, aunt and cousin. A girls' trip for Mom's 60th birthday. Last night, we went to Tootsie's to celebrate, and I met the sweetest, cutest guy. He looked exactly like Balthazar Getty with the same piercing blue eyes, but younger and without the gray hair. Dream-y! But also craz-y.
I gave him my phone number at 11:12 pm. He called once at 11:44 pm, and again at 12:07 am. Left two crazy messages.
Message #1: "Penny. Hey. I had fun tonight, glad we met. I miss you."
Message #2: "Pen-ny. Your message says you'll call me right back, but you haven't called. Call me."
I am a freak magnet.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Come Hither, Crazy Creepazoids.
Posted by Penny Lane at 2:27 PM
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Oh, how insane is that!
Not that I really have room to talk...I also share the crazy beacon.
I found your blog on blog stalkers... I will definitely be a regular reader! :) I too attract the crazy ones!
I am with you on this one! I seem to attract those kinds of guys too!Where in the world ARE the cute, non-crazy single guys??? LOL Great post!
he sounds like fun! hehe
One post in and already we have so much in common. I am a self proclaimed weirdo magnet. Not sure how it came to be, but it sucks!!
Thanks for the comment, I love your blog and will be a stalker from now on! ;)
Was he a little drunk? Maybe he wasn't thinking it through and was embarassed the next morning?
My problem is I'm so quick to make excuses for the crazies!
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Hmmm... I think I've met that guy in Nashville before, too. I wonder if there's more than one of them.
Sounds like this guy really needs to get a life! :)
Oh man. I'm so sorry about those creepers!
But Balthazar Getty IS cute! :)
OH MY GOD!!! I thought crazy boys only existed in NYC. Clearly I am wrong! I too, attract crazy boys so I feel for you lol.
Ah the creepy drunk stalker. How I don't miss thee. I had a cute guy talk to me, we had a great chat, exchanged numbers etc. Halfway through the night same guy comes back, introduces himself and literally doesn't remember me. I grabbed his phone pretending to give him my number and quickly deleted it!
jesus creepy drunk guy
alwasy get their numbers
Me too. Freak magnet, needy magnet, emotionally stunted magnet. You name 'em, I attract 'em. It's the mommy complex.
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