Secret Admirer

Friday night I was out walking Izzie when I was approached by this guy wearing a wifebeater, sweats, and drinking from a large can. “Hey, I remember you,” he said. “Do you remember me?”

I looked at him, puzzled at first. And then it came to me. “Oh yeah,” I said. “I ran into you at the office.”

A few weeks ago I had to pick up a package from my apartment office. There was this other guy there waiting for Pam, the leasing agent, to get back because he was locked out of his apartment. We chatted a bit. Just friendly, idle chat you engage with someone in an awkward social situation. He said he’s never seen me around before and said he lives on the other side of the complex. I said I lived near the office. I was actually kinda glad the conversation didn’t last that long before Pam showed up because he looked a little scary. I got my package and was on my way back home.

Fast forward to Friday night, that same guy was out wandering for whatever reason. “I always remembered you,” he said. He looked at Izzie, “Is that a schnauzer?”

I nodded, “Yeah, she’s a miniature schnauzer.”

“I used to have a schnauzer,” he said.

“Oh,” I said. “Really?”

To be quite honest I could hardly understand him primarily because of the accent, which could only be described as southern ghetto. So I was only catching snippets of what he was saying. “…I wondered about you after meeting you…. was VERY interested in you… very… but I didn’t want to say anything because I respected you… ”

“Oh. Ok…” I said, trailing off and taking a few steps away. Mind you, this entire time, Izzie is barking her head off at him, wanting to rip flesh so I was partially distracted by that and the fact that, well, it was after dark and I wasn’t carrying a weapon. “Well, thanks,” I said, walking away. “Have a good night.”

What was I supposed to say? Thanks, here’s a quarter for thinking of me? And actually it didn’t even register what he said to me until later as I walked away. That’s the 2nd man who’s expressed interest in me in the last 3 months. That might just be a normal Tuesday to other women, but for me, that’s an anomaly. Not even an anomaly really, it’s just unheard of.

That was probably the oddest encounter I’ve ever had so far. Kinda makes me wish I still lived out of the way from everyone. Needless to say, I’m on a mission to hang curtains over my windows.

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