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You’re on a date. It comes to a close. Before she gets out of your car, she smiles and gives you a peck on the cheek. You become flushed, your pupils widen, and you open your mouth.
Out comes…woo?
That’s what happened to one of Bitter Amanda’s readers, anyway. A kiss on the cheek elicited a “woo” from a boy, and the reader is baffled. As is B-Ams. As am I.
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I sympathize with the dumb dude. It could have been nerves. I once was hanging out with a fella’ and couldn’t figure out if I was being flirted with or not. I tried not to think about it, because this guy was a pretty great friend so I’d let whatever happen, happen.
At one point, we were chatting about an audition, and he leaned forward and said “Hey, if we get the leads, we’ll have to kiss.”
This had been the first indication of ANY thing resembling interest. I was surprised at some thing seemingly so forward and, in my surprise, I went “Ew.”
I didn’t mean Ew. I meant to opposite of “Ew!” But it was the first thing that came out. And it was a thing I couldn’t take back. Poor dude. He was testing the waters and them waters was mud.
That is one of many incidents where I scared off men with my inappropriate responses to things, simply because of nerves. It’s a wonder I’m even in a relationship.
So, Reader, take heart. “Woo” is better than “Ew.” :)
Theory — Before the date, the guy watched a Fresh Prince of Bel Air marathon. When he got home, he danced “The Carlton” in front of a full length mirror, sans clothing.
Wooooooo! My daughter who is just turning 20 says “Woooooo!” about and after everything that is good. It’s become a joke in our house to the point where we all Wooooo! and then laugh. I wonder how old this young man is and if Wooooo! is the new Sweeeeeet!
LOL @ Ski, great story.
On another note entirely, I really don’t like these non-anonymous love&life style blogs, including the ones at the TU. I can’t imagine how embarrassed I’d be if I was woo guy, and I read about myself on bitter Amanda’s blog. I’d certainly not be looking for another date.
To elaborate, often because these blogs tend to be kind of local, and more often than not people are using real names. (Robin probably is a robin), and as another example I recall seeing some woman on Amanda Talar’s blog chime in on a blog post talking about her as the disgruntled ex of a friend.
Cihan - right. I can only say that the likelihood of him reading it is almost null. The region isn’t disclosed: the author of the blog is from the Midwest, the writer from another part of the country.
I do though, for the most part, agree. I’d also include all the ARAs that ask for advice on familial, work, and other personal matters. Most if not all read to me as a passive-aggressive means of invoking sympathy and public criticism of their targets, with many particularly providing such a one-sided perspective that I’m surprised the author of the respective blog doesn’t smell a rat and/or call them out on it. Which is one reason (of many) that you’ll never see them here.
what’s wrong with “woo!” And if I read about myself on a blog in which I was portrayed in a good light, then I’d be honored. I’d also be a little excited to find out that she wanted to see me again.