Doorknob gets assistance

At noon today, I got a text, and before I looked at it, I thought, “Hey, it’s almost lunch time. If I hadn’t been such a doorknob around PLB the other day, we would be having lunch together.”
Then, I read the text.
PLB: Do you want to go to sushi for lunch?

YES!

I may have done a little dance.

Ah, I love the beginning parts of relationships…

Not that I’m in a relationship with him. Ahem.

But it wasn’t a date, because his roommate and another friend were also there. But at least he took the initiative to ask me to go. Plus, the other two people didn’t really know me, so I was, without a doubt, his guest. I wonder if he told his roommate that he liked me? Did she egg him on to ask me to go with them?

Whatever, it doesn’t matter. It was a good thing there were other people there, because I was still kind of nervous around him. I ended up talking to his roommate and friend more than I talked to him. I also told a few stupid stories because I can’t keep my big mouth shut when I’m nervous. Oh well, can’t be helped.

I think fate really does want us to be together though, because two instances of other-guys-hitting-on-me came up in the span of an hour, which never happens. The first instance was when his roommate brought up the name of a douchebag in our class (her words). Despite being a douchebag, he is actually really hot, like beach blonde typical jock hot, but I am not attracted to him at all. Anyway, I told her how he always says really weird things to me and then she said, “Whoa, sounds like he’s flirting with you.”
PLB raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

Then when we were paying the bill at the counter, I was digging through the candy jar and some random guy pokes me on the arm and jokingly says that I shouldn’t be doing that. Then he asks me how come I didn’t remember him, and starts describing what sounded like a holiday piano recital. Anyway, it was bizarre, but after I convinced him that I didn’t know who he was, he left me alone. Again, PLB witnessed the whole thing.

So I don’t know, maybe fate is trying to help me out by throwing men at me so that I seem more eligible and less doorknob-ish. Hey, I’m not complaining. I need all the help I can get!

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The more I think about it, the more I realize what a huge doorknob I have been around guys. I mean, honestly, I am not SassyGirl, I am more like KnobGirl!
Classic doorknob behaviour:

• At a party, I said something like, “Everyone’s tipsy to the point where, you know, you start to feel attracted to people.” RC then said, “Oh you know I’m always attracted to you.” My response: “Eh??” in a what-you-talking-about tone.
• When RLBB told me I was a good kisser, my response was, “You must not have kissed a lot of people.”
• When GB told me I have beautiful eyes, I responded with, “What? Are you serious?”
• When YAR told me I know how to work it on the dance floor, my response? stops dancing and mumbles something incoherently.

I don’t know why, but whenever I get flattery, I’m caught completely off-guard! I only seem to respond in three ways: ignore completely, grunt, or say something retarded. I tend to choose the first option because it’s better than saying something retarded, but I don’t want them to think I didn’t hear them. It’s like I’m incapable of accepting graciously. Is this something I can practice? How?

P.S. Unrelated, but I just found an actor who looks a lot like HB: Lee Dong Gun. The likeliness is kind of uncanny, it freaks me out!