He just doesn't get it...

I can't believe I haven't told this story to you guys yet! It happened to me about a week ago. I hope it makes you laugh as much as it does me...

Place: Writing Lab.
People Involved: Creepy Dillon and yours truly.
Story:

There's this creepy kid, we'll call him Dillon (because that's his name) and he has been pestering me all year to go on a date with him. I'm not so keen on the idea, because, well, he's creepy. I've become very talented at blowing him off though.

So there I am in the lab typing up my last assignment of the year. I'm anxious to get it done so that I can go home and start packing. It's going good, until half way through I get writer's block. I sit back in my chair to think things out. I glance through the row of computers and there's creepy Dillon, eyeing me down. I sit up again and start typing nonsense just so he thinks I'm busy and that I can't talk.

He doesn't get the hint.

I consider running, but I really need to get the paper done, so I just keep typing. He says "Hi Kamilla. Why don't you ever talk to me anymore."--The same thing he says every time he talks to me. He starts asking me all these questions about my plans for the Summer, where I'm from, and what there is to do around where I live. I answer all his questions, but keep my answers to one word at the most.

Again, he doesn't get the hint.

He finally asks the dreaded, yet fully anticipated question, "Do you want to go on a date, sometime?" Yuck. I don't say anything, because I knew that if I say anything I'll just end up hurting his feelings...I mean, if creepy guys have feelings...

He didn't get the hint.

In fact, he thought I didn't hear him because he asked me again and then again. I knew I couldn't just sit there--how awkward would that be, not to mention he'd probably keep asking until I answered. All I could say was "I heard you."

I don't know what it was, but when I said that he got this look in his eyes like he finally understood why I was being so evasive. I thought, "It's about time you got the hint."

But he didn't get the hint.

He said, "you have a boyfriend, don't you? Girls never say anything when they have a boyfriend." I couldn't help myself. I just had to mess with him, because he was creepy and he deserved it. I looked at him and said "Yeah I do. Sorry." Of course, I don't have a boyfriend. Not even anything close. But now Dillon thinks I do. I was laughing so hard inside. I had lied to his face--something I had never deliberately done to anyone, EVER! And I had done it for my own amusement...at least he finally got the hint!

Oh and I got an A on my paper!

Moral of the story:

It's ok to lie as long as it makes for a good story and as long you get your assignment done.