A female twitter user @KelliAmirah did a step by step narration of her encounter with a hot Uber driver that came to pick her up.
She seemed rather impressed by her own not-so-usual bravery ‘Y’all I just shot my shot at an Uber driver’, she began.
‘It all started on Saturday night, when me and my friends got an uber to this party. The driver called to let me know he was outside and I’m like bet, we’re coming. Hung up. Made the observation that his voice was fine af.’ She was already getting interested at this point.
‘So we get in the car and I realize the voice match the person. He fine. He light bright. Got a beard. Wearing glasses. All good things.’ (because beard gang is the best gang.)
The journey with the fine AF Uber driver continued, and although she didn’t want it to end, it looked like that was happening quickly.
‘So there’s minor small talk in the car, nothing major, And our destination is quickly approaching. But I’m not ready to shoot yet.’
At this point, she knew she had to come up with a plan. But what? Ugh.
Thankfully, she had one of her smart AF, quick-thinking girlfriends riding with them, seating right next to the hottie in the passenger seat. All the while, they were texting and discussing this fine Uber driver.
Their conversation went like this
Oh yes, this is exactly why friends exist!
‘So like we pulling up to the spot and I don’t know what to do. So then I spur of the moment accidentally on-purpose leave my charger behind,’she continued.
‘I’m like oops. Looks like I’ll just have to contact the driver about my lost item.’
‘So I wait about a half hour or so before I go to the uber app to contact my driver about my ‘lost item”
And so on getting to the party, she finds a corner and starts calling him..
‘.. and then it goes to voicemail. But I wasn’t too hurt cuz it’s also like 1 am. I leave a message and decide to try again tomorrow.’ Probably try again tomorrow, she thought.
‘So the next day I still haven’t heard shit back from this man. Mind you, I left my good charger in his car so my phone battery on struggle. So like midday, around 2ish I call again… and once again get sent to voicemail.’ Uh oh.
‘So I leave another message but at this point I’m thinking how stupid this was. What if this man just keeps my charger? Why you do this Kelli?‘ She was already considering considering counting her losses at this point.
‘It finally reaches like midnight on Sunday and I still have heard nothing back. At this point, I’m ready to take the L.’
‘I go in the Uber app & fill out the info on my lost item in hopes that maybe Uber can get this nigga to respond, because calling not working.’
At this point, she was already frustrated from trying to cram for her upcoming exams, plus this?! Ugh.
‘So fast forward to Monday night, I’m pressed, tryna cram for my Econ final. Questioning my whole college existence at this point TBH.’
Then a miracle finally happens. The unreachable hottie responds!
‘In the midst of my studying, I check my phone and see a new message from an unknown number.’
‘I’m excited. I finally got a response. I’m gonna get my charger back. And now I can actually shoot my shot.’
Things were already looking good.
‘So I let him know I’m free today in between my finals from 11-2. He’s like send the address and I’ll try to make it. I’m like, bet.’
Exams stress almost ruined her chances.
‘So fast forward to today. I’d been up all night studying Econ. Up at the ass crack of morning. Tired. Stressed. A mess honestly. Went and took my final at 8am and was back in my dorm by 9:15. Y’all I was so tired. I set some alarms and knocked out.‘ Poor thing.
‘So after snoozing like three different alarms I wake back up at 11 something and check my phone. He texted.’ His message read ‘Hi, is now a good time?’
Oh no! She looked a mess from all that stress.
‘Mind you, I look like death. Crust in my eyes, face bare. Wearing sweats and a hoodie. Looking hurt.’
But this is why makeup exists, right?
‘I text him & ask if he can give me 20 min cuz I was in the middle of something. Really I needed time to get my life together & beat my face. So 20 min later I’ve achieved a light beat, look a little more put together. I’m ready.’
She was a shy girl, so she knew she needed help. Another reason why friends exist.
‘Now this entire time I’m texting all my friends trying to figure out how I’m gonna shoot this shot. I’m shy and just trash at shooting shots.’
The moment finally arrived, but so did anxiety.
‘So he finally texts me saying he’s here right as I finish my face. And now my anxiety acting up. I’m thinking bout if I really wanna do this.’ Luckily one of her friends came over to her room to make sure she didn’t chicken out.
‘So he lets me know where his car is and I’m like it’s go time. Don’t be a lil bitch. Take a breath and head outside. So I get to the car and knock on the passenger side window and he rolls it down. My anxiety… through the roof.’ At this point, she was trying to catch her breath on the inside.
‘So I say hey and he’s like “oh hey wassup” and looks for my charger for .2 sec before handing it to me. Now I have a good ass look at his face & I’m like he too fine, I can’t back down.So I’m thanking him for bringing it & he’s like no problem. I can tell he’s about to make moves to leave so it’s now or never. Time to actually shoot this shot.’
Not so fast, Mr!
‘So I say, “Excuse me if this is really forward, but would you like to go out sometime?” And then he like chuckles and smiles, and says “Text me”‘
Oh yes! She did it! Kelli was real proud of herself at this point.
‘So yeah. I shot my shot. It actually was successful. The end.’
But sadly, there was more.
A few days later she gave us a heartbreaking update
‘Update: I hate my life.’
‘This man is married. Has a whole ass wife. What.’
Poor Kelli. We were really rooting for them.
Why didn’t he tell her immediately though? Ugh.
‘Why not just tell me upfront thooo. “Wanna go out sometime?” “I’m married” “okay cool. Bye”‘
He had to get her hopes high and then just dash it. Men are scum.
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