Introducing cry-baby loser part1

How I met loser
Rush hour is everyone’s nightmare, but I imagine it is a little easier for those that have cars. I mean, sitting in your car in traffic jam, listening to drive time FM shows presented by dj’s with phony accents beats having to tussle for a taxi hours on end after a long day at work or wherever. So you can imagine what a breath of fresh air it must have been for me to get to my taxi stage and there is this cuuute guy waiting just nearby and making eyes at me. I feigned disinterest, and continued nodding my head to the heavy metal beats in my ear, but really, I could have hugged myself right then.

Anyway, so a fleet of cars came and I found that could not muscle my way through the throng to get space in the 14 seater. Now normally I am aggressive and will normally push everyone out of the way, but I could not very well do it what with cuteness watching and all. And then he did something honorable. When the next taxi came, he pushed everyone to one side, ignored everyone else’s sneers, and beckoned me to enter. And a hero was born.

I felt obliged to book him a seat right next to me, we exchanged names, (me a phony one), we shared my earphones, swapped phone numbers, and the rest as they say is history. Okay so there is no history really, but you get. At first it was exciting having all this attention from a hot guy. I interpreted the constant phone calls as concern and shit but it got quite tiring having to answer for my every waking, and sometimes sleeping minute. I almost carried a recorder to bed just so I would know exactly what I had gotten up to while I slept incase he queried about that (okay so maybe I am exaggerating a little).

He wanted to see me all the time, to come to my work place all the time, and after work, he would be waiting to go home together. But what really creeped me out is, after a week of escorting me home, he decided to christen me. He said my name-Rachael (the phony one I had supplied) was ordinary and he wanted to call me something fabulous. So I said to go ahead, and then he said,
“You shall be called……”(him, pausing for effect) (me, thinking get it over with loser)

“… Duncan”. His name. I was at this point looking out for any sign that he had maybe manufactured a rare joke, but waa! He was dead serious. That is when I almost ran. Almost. But I stayed and decided to own up that Rachael was indeed not my real name and that my real name was antipop, at which point he proceeded to trash my real awesome name to nothing-ness. He insisted that Duncan sounded way cooler and I was baptized.
The guy was sweating me. But I played along for about a month. Afterall, it is every girl’s dream to have a guy at her beck and call. This was my toy boy, and I was determined to milk the experience… Until the tears started to flow…

Part two coming up soon.

21 loungers burdening me:

Peace said...

But...but Duncan is a boy’s name.

I’ve heard some call this type of guy a leech. He will suck out all the energy from you and by the time you are through…

NB: I’m too shy to say ‘socks.’

petesmama said...

Duncan!!! Lol! So, in the heat of passion... Duncan gets abbreviated how? Hopefully not "Dunky"!

This is too weird for words.

My office also has a killer taxi stage after 5pm. But I never encountered any cute guys. Just suspect-looking characters who made me clutch my bag tighter.

The 27th Comrade said...

Oh, but what is it with you girls and all the acidic reactions to guys falling in love with you?

Dunky is not like that in real life. In love is not in real life. When a guy's entranced, he'll be an asshole. Maybe if the overly-intense adoration had been given time to wear off, he'd have been a more-balanced fella. Oh, well. :o)

phoebe said...

and i have been waiting for this post for a long time now. u got to love that Duncan name, 'must look good on u

Esquire of the mountain said...

doesnt sound like a toyboy to me...
but then the part of placing a tape recorder just in case he asked about what happened in your sleep etc...very funny...
i think i should hold my breath for part two..but then doesnt this story seem like its ending with dunkin..donuts...someone running..or eating...

sybella said...

rubbing hands and anticipating part 2...

Afrobabe said...

Hi Dunky...lol...sounds creepy..that type just tires u out...

awaiting the tears..

tres jolie said...
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tres jolie said...

Tell him you will have a hard time crying out "DUNCAN" in the throes of passion......suggest deedee! That way you get yourself a cooler nickname name and throwing out his loser one.
Why do you always meet losers???? I thought we had this discussion....smell the trash even when it comes in heroic packages.

Don said...

can't wait for part II. i anticipate the fact that, once he unconvered the surface, you fell it love...


we'll see.

Tandra said...

tihihihihihi

James Tubman said...

dag

your real name is antipop

what a cool name lol

sorry

some guys are desperate for love because they don't have too much else going on in their lives

i was one of them

not anymore

tumwijuke said...

CanIjustsay, canIjustsay, canIjustsay ... Rachel IS NOT an ordinary name! Shiya! Mschzzzzzzz! Harumph!

Oh, and it serves you right for sharing your earphones with a stranger. Haven't you heard of secretory otitis and acoustic neuroma?

anonymous gal said...

Duncan is a certified stalker.

Carlo said...

Tumwi, Tumwi, Rachel's a really cool name. Keep your knickers on. And Duncan? How are you Duncan? LOL.

threetypesofcrazy said...

Duncan , seriously"!!!! as in seriously!!! oba he said "nankani" and you heard Duncan. Not that nankani is any better.

Part 2

31337 said...

tumwi, say what?

now antipop what is this about picking up strange men in bus stops while hot ones, rather normal too, hang out on the interweb?

Maua said...

Jeez, man is creepy.
When is 2 rolling.

kissyfur said...

Okay, antipop I thought when I got back the losers woukd be out. Maybe it was a smooth line and Duncan is his Last name. Consider it a proposal.....syke!

boyfulani said...

haha, funny story so how ends up it?

DeTamble said...

Damn! I can't believe I missed this!! I HATE UNI!!! ARRRGGGGGHHHH!!!

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