who ya gonna call?...ghostbusters!

i am here today to tell a tale of the misadventures that we like to call 'my social life'.

last week i went out with a guy who we'll call bob. bob and i have run into each other a few times at a mutual friends' house. bob is a little boring. he works in the financial district (there's only so much small talk you can make about insurance), is from the midwest (nowhere), and he has two cats (oh dear god..). but bob is nice enough, polite, and persistent. and, well, it's fall, it's getting colder, and it's nice to have a cuddle buddy around when the snow starts to fall, so when he called me up and asked me to dinner, i said, 'sure'.

friday night arrives, i've been working all day, my hair's a little flat from wearing my sexy checkered mccormick's hat at the restaurant all day, and i'm slightly sweaty, but i'm not really trying to impress bob so i change my clothes, slap on some deodorant, and walk through the park to... MOOO!

SCORE! i have been wanting to go to mooo for quite some time now, and i figured the food would make up for the lack of conversation i was anticipating. (sidebar: i was totally right. the food at mooo is phenomenal! what can i say about a perfectly cooked ribeye, and asparagus with creamy hollandaise? i was full about halfway through but i knew if i stopped eating i would regret it...) so, fast forward through dinner (because it WAS a bit on the dull side), and bob asks if i want to come over and "watch a movie".

we all know what "watching a movie" really entails. i quickly debate in my head the pros and cons of "watching a movie" with bob, and decide that since i have enough wine in my system, that i wouldn't mind "watching a movie", if he'll drive me home first to let out the bella. he doesn't mind (guess he's really looking forward to the "movie"), so we quickly pop on over to my house and then back to his apartment to start that "movie".

we get back to his place and he starts yapping about his halloween costume. i vaguely remember discussing halloween during dinner, but don't recall the specifics. i'm about to ask him what his costume is, but he's disappeared into his bedroom saying he'll be right back.

he stays in there, while i stand awkwardly in the kitchen. for fifteen minutes. i'm simultaneously wondering if he thinks i'm going to follow him in there to start the "movie", wondering if i have time to pee before he comes back out, and wondering if i should just leave and meet up with some friends downtown. but then i hear his door opening back.

and.

he walks out in full ghostbusters garb. complete with the backpack thingy and hose attachment that they use to suck up the ghosts.

and he is humming the theme song.

i stare for a full minute, wondering if this somehow a nightmare, or a hallucination (i'm not THAT drunk am i?!). he continues to talk about the suit, apparently him and three friends have been planning this for months (this means there are MORE of them...), and he's totally pumped up about wearing it out on halloween.

...ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?? how the hell is THIS what i ended up with on a friday night?

i mean really, there has to be something better for me out there. i don't even LIKE halloween. or ghostbusters. ugh.

needless to say, there was not going to be any "movie watching" happening that night. or ever.