Yesterday I got a strange call with a strange accent. The person mumbled something about being from my business school. He asked to meet me for coffee. I figured out in the end amid my apologies for bad reception that he is the middle-aged bald European guy I see walking around town, whether it is on the escalator or having coffee at the Starbucks in my building. I just happened to bump into him that morning when I was walking to work. I agreed to meet him today. Later in the evening, he called again and asked if I would have dinner with him at a French restaurant at 9pm. I refused. I wanted to go to hot yoga and had no interest for a very sudden request for coffee or lunch.
I met up with the guy this morning out of curiosity and a slight kick that someone is officially asking him out, no matter who it is. He showed up but did not tell me anything about himself. He again mumbled - I realized that it wasn't a cell reception problem but his own slurred foreign speech. He said something about always thought I liked him a little bit. He met me two years ago and kicked himself for not picking up the phone to talk to me then. He liked my inverted smile. That was what J told me before..
He wouldn't tell me anything about himself. He said he's in a bit of legal problem and he would not tell me what it is. He said he would not tell me anything because women would start vetting the guy afterwards. He did not want that. He just wants to have dinners and see him.. then eventually he would tell me. What is that? Do I want to know about him in the future? But we are meeting right now. Why can't he tell me about it right now? Why do you like me and yet know nothing about me? I decided not to see him again. Even my curiosity is not enough to cover my impatience for his English skills and his potential liability as a downer in my life.
Gosh there are so many people with less than satisfying jobs and lives. I appreciate the little sanity that I have here.
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