So, I’m at a wedding and I spot this hot waiter serving wine behind a table. I walk over, hand him my glass and before I could put my claws in him…
WHOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!
Another waiter came out of nowhere, took the glass out of my hand and poured me a new one.
COCK-BLOCKED!
By the time I realized what happened, the hot waiter was serving other guests and I was stumbling back to my table. Now, was that an innocent turn of events or a diabolical plot to keep me away?
Or more to the point, did the cock-blocker know he was blocking?
“Maybe,” my friend T said, “but I doubt it. The self-aware cock-blocker tends to be the ugly best friend who’s in love with you–the guy who tells an embarrassing story about you in front of the guy you’re interested.”
True, but there is always the curious case of the clueless cock-blocker. I’ve been with friends who’ve seen me having an obvious “moment” with somebody yet they will not excuse themselves from the conversation. Once, I called a friend on it, and he was like, “Oh, I didn’t realize you were interested in him.” Never mind that my crotch was sending out five-alarm smoke signals and the other guy inhaled them with a bong.
Still, I’ve come to realize that what’s obvious to you isn’t so obvious to others. If I even think a friend has the potential to hook up with somebody we’re both talking to, I excuse myself and let the pants fall where they may. But I’m attuned to that sort of thing and some guys just aren’t.
There are guys who live under the credo, “If I can’t have him, you should.” There are people who think, “If I can’t have him, you won’t.” And there are people who think, “Do you like my shoes?”
But the best are people who take their “Interference Awareness” to a whole other level. Like my friend B, who said: “I’m my biggest cock-blocker.”
