the serial garage dater...

Ordinarily I wouldn’t write about a random dude asking me out and all… it actually makes me sound a bit cocky and then bitchy once the story unfolds. Nonetheless, this one really tickled my fancy and felt the need to share it.

So I guess this all started 2 Friday’s ago. I was in the parking garage about to leave to go home when a car that was pulling out of the bottom level of the garage peeled out; startling me a little. I thought it was one of my co-workers and so I was staring hard and waiting for her to drive up so I could give her a hard time for not knowing how to drive.

Lo and behold when the car came up over the incline, I quickly realized it wasn’t my co-worker at all, but a guy in a navy blue VW Bug fully equipped with the flowers on the dashboard. Now, granted since I was staring so hard at him while he was coming up, it was understandable that he waved at me and kinda chuckle at the fact that he scared me.

Just as he was passing by to leave the garage, I went to sit on park bench that’s outside and take a quick call when much to my surprise, the guy in the VW Bug stops abruptly 10 feet out of the garage, hits it in reverse, pulls his car back, rolls down his window and starts talking to me.

He says – Did I scare you?
I say – You startled me yes, I thought you were my coworker and I was going to give her shit for not knowing how to drive. (Which kinda inadvertently inferred he couldn’t drive, now that I think about it – haha!)
He says – What’s your name?
I say – Angela
He says – My name is… (And honestly, I have NO clue what his name is, there was no committing it to memory. We’ll call him Bob.)
He says – So, do you work here? I haven’t seen you around. (Like crazy dude keeps tabs on people in the building, or what?)
I say – Yeah, I used to work here before but now I am back again. I’ve only been here a couple of months, so it makes sense that we haven’t run into each other before.
He says – Where do you work?
I say – Right over here (Company name) on the 1st floor.
He says – So what’s your work schedule like? 8-5? 9-5?
I say – I work when I feel like it. Sometimes I come in and sometimes I don’t. I work my own schedule. (It’s at this point, in my mid-response, that realize that I am giving an awful lot of information about me to a dude that is #1 creepy and #2 that I have NO clue who he is… semi-panic ensued.)

>> At this point, he’s blocking traffic out of the garage to chat it up with me. It’s Friday at 4:30pm and there’s a line of cars, some honking, and this guy is TOTALLY unphased. He was on a damn mission… Code Name: Rejection.<<

He says - So do you ever take a lunch?
I say - No. (Now for clarity here, I wasn’t being a total ass, I actually rarely take a lunch when I come into the office. I can’t justify coming in around 10am and then heading out to lunch at noon. Altho, it is funny that it probably sounded like a quick rejection.)
He says – No? Never? Like not at all?
I say – Generally, no. (This one was intentional rejection.)
He says – Well, I’m coming down to your office on Tuesday at 1pm and I will take you to lunch.
I say – You can certainly stop in and if I am available, I will take you up on that offer.
He says – See you then and drove off.

Now, keep in mind when I said – If I am available, I will take you up on that offer – I had ZERO intention of taking him up on any offer. Furthermore, on Monday, I told the front office girl that if a dude came looking for me around 1pm on Tuesday, to tell him I wasn’t in. You know, head him off at the pass. Whatever.

I’m telling one of my coworkers about it and she’s asking me if I was going to go. I stood by my decision to say hell to the no. You know, inevitably since he was sitting in the world’s tiniest car and I didn’t see him standing, he’d be all of 5’4 telling me that he loves the tall (5’10) ladies. (Worst line EVER short guys!!) We get a chuckle and I move on with life.

Tuesday rolls around and it wasn’t until the end of the day that I remembered Bob was supposed to come down and ask me to lunch. I asked the gal up front if anyone had come by at 1pm asking for me and she said no.

Now even tho I wasn’t going to go with this guy to lunch even if he had come down, how rude is it to not even show up for me to passive aggressively reject you by having my admin tell you I’m not in. Seriously?! Why go thru all the trouble of literally stopping traffic and making finite plans – 1pm Tuesday, I will come down and take you to lunch.

I was annoyed. Then got over it.

Yesterday, I was coming back from running errands during lunch and I was sitting out side taking a few extra moments before I went back in to work. I was playing Bejeweled on my iPhone, obsessively. When what do you know… Bob who I rejected 1st then he rejected me 2nd comes up from around the corner and says – You’re name’s Angela, right? Which would have been a perfect time for me to ask him what his name is again, but for some odd reason, that thought didn’t even cross my mind until later when I realized I didn’t have the 1st clue what his name even was.

I say – Yes it is. (I didn’t even look up from my enthralling Bejeweled game.)

He paces around and rambles on a bit about how he was sorry for not coming down on that Tuesday – something about he’d forgotten. Didn’t matter anyhow, I was over it. On a random note, he was taller than I am, however he was not all that attractive to me. While he was pacing and rambling, I realized that I had made little to no eye contact with him. That realization made me feel compelled to apologize and tell him that I was in the middle of a serious Bejeweled game and was slightly obsessed with it. All while not looking up from my game.

He says – I will have to make it up to you.
I say – Don’t worry about it.
He says – No, let me make it up to you. When can you take a lunch?
I say – I honestly don’t know when I can and can’t. If I get busy, I don’t go. If I’m not, I go. I truly depends on my schedule and what I have going on.
He says – Well, let’s exchange numbers. It really would be better to plan it.
I say – Why don’t you just come down and see if I am available, when you want to go to lunch. (Still haven’t looked up from my game.)
He says – Ok, well I will try you sometime next week then.

And then he was gone.

I still don’t know what his name is, but now I kinda wanna go to lunch with him. It feels like it would be highly entertaining for me at this point. Like, if he comes down and asks me to lunch, what if he takes me to fast food, or what if the bill comes and I don’t reach for it and there’s an awkward moment, or what if the waiter asks if the bill is together or separate and he says separate at the exact same time I say together, or what if he takes me way fancy or something and that’s a day that it took all my power to get out of bed with hair a mess and in dirty clothes, or what if I pull out my iPhone and play Bejeweled all thru lunch talking about my high scores and national ranking (which I really don’t have a ranking but sounds funny)…Ohhhh the possibilities!!

To be continued…