In January, I was at Emo’s with a few friends to see Oh No, Oh My!  If you’ve been to Emo’s before, you know that there are two stages for two sets of shows.  And in between the stages, there is an area outside with a small bar.

As Desaray, Brooke, Valerie, and I talked outside, a guy approached me and opened with, “Hi, I just noticed you from over there and I thought that I would come over and introduce myself.  I’m Jake.”

My immediate reaction was to tell him my name, but I was a little taken aback by his introduction.  Ironically, I recently wanted a YouTube video with a guy giving advice on how to approach women, and his suggestion was something similar to what Jake said to me.  However, I could tell right away that Jake needed to work on his pickup because I was pretty unimpressed.

Jake and I had talked for a few minutes before he told me about a show on one of the stages he wanted to check out and asked me if I wanted to go with him.  As a way to get out of it, I turned to my friend with me and said, “Aren’t we going to see Oh No, Oh My! soon?”

They nodded, so I turned to Jake and said, “Yeah, we are about to go into the show, so I can’t.”

We said good-bye, and I thought he had gotten the hint and wouldn’t bother me for the rest of the night.  He clearly hadn’t though because, after the show, when we were all talking outside again, he came up to talk with me and tried to once again get me to go to the other stage with him.  After I kept shooting glances at Valerie, who stood across from me, Desaray said, “Okay, we are going.”

We left soon after, so I didn’t have to talk with him again.  However, I started to wonder if he was just that clueless that he couldn’t take a hint or if he thought his pickup was that good.

So what are the chances that I would run into this guy downtown 4 months later?  Apparently, they were high because I was at Malaia a few weeks ago when I saw Jake again.  As my friends and I danced on the clear but non-reflective dance floor, I saw him.

I decided not to worry about it, especially since we were all having too much fun dancing above the first-floor bar.  When we decided to leave however, I felt someone touch my shoulder as I tried to inch my way through the crowd.  I turned around, and Jake asked, “Do you remember me?”

I looked at him, as if I was trying to think about it.  “Oh yeah,” I responded.

“How have you been?” he said, as we were good friends.

“I’ve been good.”  Not wanting to stay, I continued, “I have to go.  My friends are leaving,” turned around, and left.

What did he except me to say?  Oh yeah, I’m sorry I never called you.  Want to do lunch?

I think someone needs to write a book called She’s Just Not That Into You.