Okay, I had a girlfriend for about 3 days before I left for L.A.
I met a girl while I was working and she was cute and seemed fun and I asked her out. We went on one date then she came to my house two days after to hang out and, well, ya' know. We got to my room and she started looking around. The following comments came.
"You like The Beatles?" (I have in my comp/guitar room two Beatles albums hanging up)
"Who are The Doors?"
"Oh you play guitar? Cool! Do you know any Creed or Default?"
(when discussing favourite movies)"One summer me and my friends watched Sixteen Candles like every week...Oh my god, Pearl Harbour was such a good movie"
Tyler - "I like Pulp Fiction, Usual Suspects, Pi, Memento, Annie Hall, Spanish Prisoner."
Chick - "I haven't heard of like any of those!"
I phoned her Sunday before I left and said something like "yeah, I just don't think it's gonna work out. I'm working a lot and not really in the mood for being with someone." Which is complete bullsmack.
I had to break up with this girl though. When she thought it was wierd I liked The Beatles I though "hmm, okay, she has little or no taste". When she didn't know who The Doors were, I was taken back. When the movie lines came up you should have seen my face. Picture a 12 year old who's never heard of death and all of a sudden is told his mom died. I looked so confused. I literally took a step back I was getting so shocked. All that I could think was how did we get this far? I was geniunly disturbed.
Anyway, I told two friends the other day and one looks at me and goes "you did the right thing". The other just looks disgusted and goes "you're an ass. she was a nice girl right? and you liked her right? and you broke up with her because she doesn't like good art?"
At first I just brushed off (remember a Seinfeld episode where Jerry dumps a girl because she likes a commerical he doesn't). But slowly started to think; am I really that much of an ass? This was a beautiful, interesting and perfectly nice and fun girl. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't regretting breaking up with her, I still stand by my action. But ladies (and men too), am I a total ass?
I met a girl while I was working and she was cute and seemed fun and I asked her out. We went on one date then she came to my house two days after to hang out and, well, ya' know. We got to my room and she started looking around. The following comments came.
"You like The Beatles?" (I have in my comp/guitar room two Beatles albums hanging up)
"Who are The Doors?"
"Oh you play guitar? Cool! Do you know any Creed or Default?"
(when discussing favourite movies)"One summer me and my friends watched Sixteen Candles like every week...Oh my god, Pearl Harbour was such a good movie"
Tyler - "I like Pulp Fiction, Usual Suspects, Pi, Memento, Annie Hall, Spanish Prisoner."
Chick - "I haven't heard of like any of those!"
I phoned her Sunday before I left and said something like "yeah, I just don't think it's gonna work out. I'm working a lot and not really in the mood for being with someone." Which is complete bullsmack.
I had to break up with this girl though. When she thought it was wierd I liked The Beatles I though "hmm, okay, she has little or no taste". When she didn't know who The Doors were, I was taken back. When the movie lines came up you should have seen my face. Picture a 12 year old who's never heard of death and all of a sudden is told his mom died. I looked so confused. I literally took a step back I was getting so shocked. All that I could think was how did we get this far? I was geniunly disturbed.
Anyway, I told two friends the other day and one looks at me and goes "you did the right thing". The other just looks disgusted and goes "you're an ass. she was a nice girl right? and you liked her right? and you broke up with her because she doesn't like good art?"
At first I just brushed off (remember a Seinfeld episode where Jerry dumps a girl because she likes a commerical he doesn't). But slowly started to think; am I really that much of an ass? This was a beautiful, interesting and perfectly nice and fun girl. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't regretting breaking up with her, I still stand by my action. But ladies (and men too), am I a total ass?