ID03 Rebound Waiter

I know I sounded heart-less with my ex-boyfriend but it's a defense mechanism.
I was actually sad.
I cried on the Saturday he broke up with me.
I had baskin&robbins on Sunday without researching the caloric values of all of their 31 flavours ahead of time.
I mean, I was hurt.

What's a girl to do on a Friday night at a brewery and being served by a cute waiter?
[No, I wasn't alone. I'm not crazy]
I left my number on a bill, though encouraged by my peers.
[Yeah, I'm ashamed and that's why I'm dragging them into it. AND IT WAS MY FIRST TIME!!! also, last time. I don't need to justify myself to you people! Yeah, im embarrassed of myself]

To my surprise, I get a text from him while driving home that night.
We had a short conversation via text a few days later.
I talked about Jon and Kate plus 8.
He had a joke about how we'd have a show called "his name" + "my name" + 10 on fox.
Wow, that's funny, but only if you are my fiance. Not even boyfriend and DEFINITELY not rebound waiter.
We decided to hang out.

It was supposed to be getting drinks while waiting for the 10PM showing of the hangover. Next thing you know, it's 1:30AM and we are still getting drinks.
There he was, on his 6th jack&coke.
Here I am, on my 2nd beer.

I usually have food in my bag, this time was a bag of reese pieces.
As the pig that I am, I start eating it like peanut butter was going to get recalled again due to samonella.
There he was, eating 2 pieces and turning the bag to me.
I know that move.
He counts calories. I called him out. He confessed, then calculated his calorie intake out loud.
If i remember correctly, he had "10 pieces" totally to approximately 60 calories.
So, what is going to happen when I bring him my baked goods of the week every weekend?

Him: "Did you know that elephants are the only mammal that can't jump?"
Me: "Did you just tell me a random fact to break the awkward silence?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "I thought so."

I also shared with him my loser geek tendencies and my secret obsession with star trek.
That did not put him in the friend-zone.
We also linked arms and skipped in the rain. His idea. Truth.
Still no friend-zone.

He walked me to my car. A hug. A "You're awesome" (from him of course).
He texted me asking me to let him know when I got home safe.
He called me that night too and said that he wants to hang out again, but I pretended that I couldn't talk.
(Yeah, I don't know how I pulled that one off but it worked)

Desperately, I needed to put him in the friend-zone.

Here's how I accomplished it:
Randomly on a Tuesday, I receive a text from him about pho (vietnamese beef noddle soup).
I responded but ignored his last text.
On Saturday, I went to the brewery he worked at and texted him.
He sat with us after he got off and chatted. (that's what she said).
Voila! Friends!
Even though, he did text me asking if I got home safe. That's friendly.

No text from him today (Sunday). HORRAY.
I just made myself a new friend.
Let's celebrate.