The dumb saga of Girl and DJ

I’ve been meaning to update here about how insanely busy everything has gotten since I’ve returned to my college life 8 (or is it 9 now?) days ago and I apologize profusely for making this first return-to-Champaign post about men and about that last semester in Costa Rica, but after a momentary freak-out this is a story that simply must be told.

And so here it goes.

Girl (AKA me) goes to bar in Costa Rica with friends to drink and hang out. My oh my, on Tuesday nights they play old school American music! This discovery leads to Girl and friends to constantly pepper the Tuesday night DJ for song requests, mostly of the Bon Jovi sort. Girl also notices DJ is pretty cute, although not perfectly built and clearly over the age limit for her, currently set at 28.

Eventually Girl notices DJ thinks she’s pretty cute too and sure enough flirtations occur. Girl is impressed that DJ remembers her name even after weeks of Girl’s noshow at the bar on Tuesday nights. Girl is also charmed by DJ’s attempts at speaking in English. One night after a long noshow period, Girl finds out DJ has been moved from open area to underneath stairs.

Girl goes to stairs to talk to DJ and since they are now safely confined within an enclosed space he makes a move and asks for un beso. Girl is pleased and welcomes the beso with glee. Also, who wouldn’t love to say that they once drunkenly hooked up with a DJ in the DJ booth in a foreign country?

Next time Girl goes to bar on Tuesday night, she returns to DJ’s area-underneath-the-stairs. This time he is accompanied by a friend, and he quickly kicks him out. More making out (and more, heheh) ensues but sadly Girl has to pause the action before it got any further due to dumb biological feminine reasons. They part ways for the night.

(A little bit of drama had also ensued that night, due to the fact that a friend of another boy Girl was seeing [yes I know, Girl is a ho] witnessed a little bit of this hooking up through a small window. Yikes.)

Girl comes home to find DJ has requested her as a friend on Facebook. Which leads to Girl discovering THAT THIS DJ IS MARRIED. ANOTHER FREAKING MARRIED MAN FOR GIRL (how sad is this??).

Well, poof! There goes any hope for Girl and DJ (in Girl’s eyes, at least — DJ obviously does not give two shits about marital status). But of course, confirmation is needed. And this is where the story gets a little hazy, because Girl got insanely drunk during her last weeks in Costa Rica. I will skip the subsequent encounters and fast-forward to tonight.

Girl comes home from work at school and is surfing Facebook, as usual. Out of curiosity she checks DJ’s in order to continue her investigation into this supposed marriage. Coincidentally, DJ chats Girl about a few minutes after she clicks out of his FB. (BTW, does he have an app or something that shows Girl had just been snooping around his page? Girl’s a little perturbed by this.) And what does DJ have to say to Girl, after way more than a month of silence and Girl refusing to even say good-bye on her last night in CR?

(In Spanish, of course) (Translation’s a little bit rough, BTW) “SORRY FOR NOT TELLING YOU I WAS MARRIED, BUT I LIKE YOU A LOT A LOT A LOT…AND I WOULD LOVE TO GO BACK TO SEEING YOU…?”

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Girl’s reaction to come later, when she’s had some sleep and done her 2-page paper and gone to class and all that good stuff…

4 thoughts on “The dumb saga of Girl and DJ”

  1. This sounds like something that would happen in China, where marriage seems to mean nothing. At least, not to “today’s generation.” Many a time my friends and I have been picked up at bars by married men, who didn’t understand our disgust when we discovered they were married!

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