Monday nights you can find me at a pub where I lament how little we know about sports play trivia with my dear friends Caleb and Carrie. During the course of the evening one man who was there with his co-workers caught my eye. I had brought my knitting and was working on my project, and every time I looked up I noticed him looking at me. I thought he was approachable-cute and seemed nice, so we kept making eye contact. I even checked out his hand for a wedding ring; there wasn't one.
Halfway through the match Approachable-Cute Guy and his co-worker got up to leave, and I fretted a bit because we hadn't spoken. He walked by me and...nothing. We did the smile-and-nod thing again, but no words were exchanged, and I was okay with that. It was what it was - just a nice night of eye contact and flirting from afar - and I was fine. I then told my friends about him (they couldn't see him from where they were sitting), how he just left, and how it was too bad we didn't talk to each other, because who knew what could have happened?
Minutes later our server handed me a note and said it was from a guy sitting at a table across the way. I was immediately excited - this NEVER happens to me!
And then I read it:
(Last name deleted to protect the creepy.)
Really?! Exactly what kind of person did he think I was? What kind of person was he to: 1) write me a note, 2) tell me he's MARRIED, and 3) tell me where he's staying?! Did he really think I was going to meet him for a rendezvous? Just, EW.
Sigh. So that happened.