So should we start with the serious stuff first or the “fun stupid typical Nick” stuff first.

Let’s switch it up and be serious first. So I had this job interview at this real estate company. They were hiring for a data entry position. 14/hr (I was gonna push for 15) and it was literally like 3 blocks from Cheesies. I went in and it went amazing. The woman and I talked about serious stuff. I seemed bubbly by intelligent. We joked around. Then she mentions a typing test. Okay, sure I know I type quickly. So I go do it but she’s sitting right next to me. It’s awkward. She’s like watching as I type. The words on the test were also words I never even heard of. So I slowed down at times to spell the word correctly. I had 98% accuracy but low speed. That isn’t my normal typing speed. I joked that it’s awkward with her sitting right there. She agreed. Set it up again and stepped out of the room. These words were more manageable. I got 67 WPM (more my speed). She told me that’s better than she did. We continued joking then as I’m about to leave she says hold on. Closes the door and then that’s when she asks about salary. I know that’s a good sign. We agreed on a salary. She told me she was going to speak to the manager and talk me up but that she wants me to come in the next day to speak to him in person. Cool beans. She texts me on my way home saying it was great meeting me and to confirm for tomorrow. I’m hyped. I grab some sushi and go home. She then calls me an hour later saying the manager wants to keep looking. He apparently is looking for someone with a typing speed of 70 (I was 67…). Apparently he scored like 90 and thinks someone with that speed she be doing the job. Who in the fuck types that fast accurately? Normal business typing speed is 65-75. Like wtf. I told her I understand and that was that. She told me I was still her top choice and she’ll continue to push for me. I sent her an email the next day thanking her and to keep me in the loop. That’s about all I can do.

So last Thursday I went out with Marlin, Annika, Josie, and Antonio. I was drunk before we even left Marlin’s apartment. I knew I was going to be trouble that day. I literally made a Facebook post preemptively apologizing to everyone. While we are at Marlin’s place Tonio made two jokes at me that I’ve told him before are points of conversations that I don’t appreciate joking about. Being single cause I’m ugly and being jobless. I think they’re two fairly easy topics to avoid. But nope. So he made those jokes. I was already annoyed because of that. Then we went out and he said something and I just snapped asking why he does shit like that? He snapped back. I got mad. Josie told me to be quiet and stop getting mad. That doesn’t work. That made me worse. Now I started angry drinking. The rest is a blur. I remember seeing glimpses of my friends throughout the night. That’s it. I busted my ass at the Spanish club, was continuing to be a bitch to Antonio, and was a complete jack ass to this guy that ghosted me (we’ll get to that later). The next day I was literally hungover the entire day. Seriously. I couldn’t eat. Couldn’t drink water. I was throwing up until 10:30 at night. It wasn’t a cute look.

So Sunday I was feeling better and ready to party. Marlin didn’t wanna stay out but I know him—I went around him and got everyone else wanting to go out. With all our friends going he couldn’t help but say okay. We were having fun. Antonio left early. Josie disappeared. Leaving me with Annika and Marlin. I was flirting with this guy all night so honestly I barely noticed anything. Around 10 I look over and notice Annika in a corner dancing by herself. Apparently Marlin left us. I was drunk but I had to sober up. Annika was drunk and down to party but honestly I didn’t wanna have to watch her all night so I told her let’s just go get some food and go home. Thankfully Marlin called and sent an Uber for her as we were eating Taco Bell together. I decided to go back out.

So I went to scarlet cause it was Latin night. While there I see this guy that likes Marlin and the guy that ghosted me. So let’s jump into that. So he was at a karaoke bar I was at one time. I noticed him but whatever. I apparently found him on Grindr. He said he remembered me and suggested we should hang out sometime. He never followed up. No big deal. Then I ran into one night at Roscoes. I didn’t know it was him until he told me. His name is Ricky. Ricky’s friend Jesus was into Marlin. So we all hung out that night. He kept lifting me up to dance with me. It was cute and fun. I got his number. Texted him a bit. Asked him if he wanted to hang out that week the next day. He responded yes but then when I nailed down a plan he didn’t respond. Ghosted. Okay. Oh, then I also found out he apparently had a boyfriend. So back to present. I’m at scarlet and both Jesus and Ricky are there. I like Jesus so I’m joking and hanging out with him and completely ignoring Ricky. I ended up getting mad cause someone lost my jacket that night so I just went home. Me being my pissy dramatic self texted him on my way home. He responded telling me he doesn’t have a boyfriend anymore. He didn’t get why I was mean to him because we apparently kissed (I don’t remember this). He then said I’m really handsome and he wants to see me hopefully the next day. I tried to play it cool and just went to sleep after that. I texted him the next day asking if he still wanted to hang out cause there’s a Venezuelan restaurant near my place (he’s Venezuelan). He didn’t respond. I texted him that evening. Guess not. Ghosted. Again. So if he thought I was a bitch to him for not talking to him before. Oh he better hope I don’t see him again. I might “accidentally” run him over or something.

In the end I get ghosted by guys and jobs. What’s the point? Drinking to forget my troubles.