I’m ten minutes into the new Doctor Who episode and I’m pretty sure this random dude that Jenna Coleman’s hitting on is my spirit animal.
I ran into a friend and her friend a few hours past midnight at a take-out place one night a while ago after dranks with some other friends.
Said friend of friend was super enthusiastic about inviting me to come after-party, and I actually literally said that I was going to go curl up with a book instead. Nevermind that I had absolutely been crushing on friend of friend from afar. But I was drunk and really set on reading, apparently. Yeah, I’m a silly dumbass, and I’m okay with it, most of the time.
And then day before yesterday there was this chica who spent five minutes talking about my “well kempt beard and style” and another five about how she thought I looked like Bruno Mars (bahahahahahah yeah, wat. Oh well, better than, “Omg you’re so funny like Aziz Ansari lolololololol”). She seemed pretty cool, but I think I might be way too picky… I was out at Bruno Mars, although it seems like a nice enough compliment, right? To be fair, I had just stolen her friend’s hat to do the flippity flip thing, which I am awesome at. But I’ve been thinking about it, and I think I’m realizing that I get kind of annoyed when women compare me to non-white celebrities just because they want to talk about something and it’s easy to talk about the fact that I’m not white. I mean, Bruno Mars and I are pretty far off as far as our ethnicities and general Asian looks go. I suppose it’s flattering in a way, and it’s not the worst thing in the world, but moreover it just seems kind of stupid. But still, I should probably be banging my head into a desk like Doctor Who guy for being so aloof.
Hence, I can’t help but laugh at this poor dude.
So say we all, dawg. So say we all.