Thatonemikeguy
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So there's this girl I work with that I have a bit of a crush on, a few weeks ago, I actually worked up my nerve and struck up a conversation with her. She seems really nice, smart too, we talk a bit more everyday, seems like shes flirting with me too, other co workers notice it as well, say we'd be a good match. We even got dinner after work a few times, not really a date, just hungry after work and decided to hang out. I still took it as a good sign.
Well last monday she asked me if I could take a look at her car, her brakes are making grinding noises. I'm always complaining about the jeep I'm rebuilding, and I am pretty handy with a wrench, so sure, I'll take a look no problem. We both have the next day off, I head over to her place with a bunch of tools and take a look.
I can tell before I get the front tires off its bad, 3 of 5 wheel studs break off, rotor is trashed, the brake pads are worn to mostly metal, and the rear drums are basically seized...ok enough car talk, its really bad, an expensive fix and very unsafe to drive, I'm amazed she's still alive. I explain things to her and she starts crying, she doesn't have the money, whats she going to do, going on and on. Well since I like the girl I offer to fix it for the parts cost, if she'll go out to dinner with me, she gets a huge grin on her face, hops up and down, kisses me on the cheek and says "yes". Awesome!
So I spend the next 9 hours rebuilding the entire brake system, front and back on this girls car, running all over town for parts. I even had to hit up a friend to borrow a torch and a hydraulic press to press out a f****d up wheel bearing, it costs her $75 total, saving her well over a $1500.
We go for a test drive and she's happy, the car's happy, I'm happy, it was great. I tell her I want to change and shower before dinner, I'm covered in grease and I reek, I'll be back in 20 mins. She laughs and agrees. I get back and there's another car there, she comes out with some guy, I'm thinking a brother, she mentioned having one,I thought he was 10 though. I ask if shes ready for dinner and she says,"ya, mind if my boyfriend comes too?". Uhhhh.... what?
What follows is one of the more awkward dinners I've ever had in my life, I'm pretty sure I mostly sat there with a dumb look on my face trying to process what happened.
I've been avoiding her all week, and I've been pretty depressed, I could see how she was just being friendly and I was just being helpful, but I still feel used... never once did she mention a boyfriend. I'm an idiot.
Well last monday she asked me if I could take a look at her car, her brakes are making grinding noises. I'm always complaining about the jeep I'm rebuilding, and I am pretty handy with a wrench, so sure, I'll take a look no problem. We both have the next day off, I head over to her place with a bunch of tools and take a look.
I can tell before I get the front tires off its bad, 3 of 5 wheel studs break off, rotor is trashed, the brake pads are worn to mostly metal, and the rear drums are basically seized...ok enough car talk, its really bad, an expensive fix and very unsafe to drive, I'm amazed she's still alive. I explain things to her and she starts crying, she doesn't have the money, whats she going to do, going on and on. Well since I like the girl I offer to fix it for the parts cost, if she'll go out to dinner with me, she gets a huge grin on her face, hops up and down, kisses me on the cheek and says "yes". Awesome!
So I spend the next 9 hours rebuilding the entire brake system, front and back on this girls car, running all over town for parts. I even had to hit up a friend to borrow a torch and a hydraulic press to press out a f****d up wheel bearing, it costs her $75 total, saving her well over a $1500.
We go for a test drive and she's happy, the car's happy, I'm happy, it was great. I tell her I want to change and shower before dinner, I'm covered in grease and I reek, I'll be back in 20 mins. She laughs and agrees. I get back and there's another car there, she comes out with some guy, I'm thinking a brother, she mentioned having one,I thought he was 10 though. I ask if shes ready for dinner and she says,"ya, mind if my boyfriend comes too?". Uhhhh.... what?
What follows is one of the more awkward dinners I've ever had in my life, I'm pretty sure I mostly sat there with a dumb look on my face trying to process what happened.
I've been avoiding her all week, and I've been pretty depressed, I could see how she was just being friendly and I was just being helpful, but I still feel used... never once did she mention a boyfriend. I'm an idiot.