The Chronicles of Max and Cool Ethan (NSR)
Summit laughed when he heard of this, so I figured I would share it in hopes you all would do the same. Those who have seen the movie Slackers will appreciate this particularly, as Cool Ethan was like a PERFECT description of this kid.
I met a kid on Facebook several weeks back who left me a funny comment, and I asked him about his skis. We became facebook buddies (bwa!) and had arranged to hang out and watch ski movies. I brought Sinners to Bear Creek and watched it with him (but he talked through most of it =
). Turns out that he is a transfer student from Maine and is probably as all about Sunday River as I am about skiing in general. The kid rants on and on about it to the point of annoyance, but being the tolerant person I am, I put up with it and smile.
His three roommates have moved out/been kicked out for a dispute with him and are living together somewhere else by the time I get to Bear Creek. The apartment is BARREN, as they have moved out within the past few days. Pretty eerie.
I hear his life story within about an hour of meeting the kid (which freaked me out a little, but I'm being tolerant). He used to be some high-ranking DH racer, so I figure I can probably profit from skiing with this kid and plan to do just that in the fall--despite the fact that I am the second or third guy this kid has met/hung out with since he has gotten to CO (~2-3 months). The fact that he overtly sings songs about his cat Tootsie, thinks he looks better with a popped collar, and apologizes about every 45 seconds for being annoying (which is much more annoying than what he's saying) may contribute to this.
My birthday is coming up as I'm at Bear Creek (this was saturday the 8th, my birthday was the 10th), so he orders me food and cake from Boulder Baked and pays for it. I give him money because it just feels too weird. He tells me he wants to take me to the Chophouse for my birthday and I agree somewhat hesitantly. After another hour of awkwardness and listening to various things, continuing to discover eccentricities (as we'll call them), I leave and tell him I'll hang later on.
Next weekend (this was last weekend) rolls around, and I can't find anything to do, so I call the kid and ask him if he wants to do the chophouse thing. He says ok, and we run some errands and dodge hanging with Marshal (you'll be glad we missed you last Sat., man) and get a 9 pm reservation. He pays eagerly for my prime rib (yes it was kind of a date, but it was free prime rib, so what can you do?) and we wait to catch the bus, which stopped running about 5 minutes before we got to the stop. After 30 minutes we realize this and go to the St. Julien and call a cab. Feeling very sophisticated by the premise of calling a cab from the St. Julien (he wouldn't shut up about how cool it was that they "like thought we were staying there), he pays, and we arrive at Sewall. I'm trying to get this kid out on the social scene away from hermitville so that he'll make friends. Nice gesture, but it failed. Badly.
After he's had a few beers, the kid sees a girl on TV and starts to show my friend in very detailed gestures what he would do to this girl (and probably never has) with his tongue and hands. It was worse than horrible. He stares at my other friend's earring for about 5 minutes and then heckles him. Then he turns to the girl in the room and harrasses her. Then before introducing himself, he talks to another friend of mine about his inoperable brain tumor. Then he proceeds to weird everyone out in ways I can't even remember because I felt compelled to chug vodka in order to tolerate the kid.
He leaves, and, very weirded out at this point by this kid having little intention to see him again, I get a text message from him saying "Max, you're my best friend in all of CO!!!"

Basically, I'm Angela.
I give credit to friends for sending him back "I love you" and "Don't you ever get urges?" It goes without saying that the kid is confused, and he leaves a voicemail saying "someone has your phone... call me later". It wa s just way too awkward at that point, so I ignored his 6 or so calls, hoping he would get the message without me having to explain that he was just way too off-color to tolerate.
But one of his voicemails says "I left my backpack there. Please give it to me." He comes to Sewall to collect it, and brings me bread pudding, looking very somber (I had said something about how I liked bread pudding and would eat it for dessert if the chophouse had it). I give him a confusing look, and he turns and goes back to Bear Creek.
Yesterday he calls about 6 more times, and I send him the text message "Look, I can't talk to you on the phone, it's just too awkward being your friend but wanting more. I should have told you sooner." Which I suppose perpetuates the confusion. He thinks I'm gay. And I honestly thought it would scare him off so that I wouldn't have to break it to him that he's just a really fucking creepy guy. Nope "Look if you're gay, it's ok. I still want to be your friend. Just tell me what the fuck's going on."
Damn! Foiled! So I tell the kid the truth (lightly as I can), and he asks for me to reimburse him for the food. But I can't paypal him. Have to go see him in person. Wonder if he'll take a swing at me...? I probably deserve it. Anyway, in order to maintain the slightest sliver of karma, I will be paying him more than half for the meal.
I know it's mean, but it doesn't mean it's not funny. This isn't about "oh, my God, how could you?!" because I realize how wrong it was. This thread is about meeting some kid who reminded me exactly of cool ethan after hanging out with him the second time and sharing the laugh with you guys.
This experience will make me look back and go
. Particularly with respect to facebook. I see now why my mom was so concerned about skiing with maggots...
The end.
Last edited by Max Gosey; 04-21-2006 at 04:11 PM.
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Days behind a boat summer 2006: 24
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