Okay, so I finished driver’s ed, and you know how I mentioned there was this cute girl I wanted to talk to? Well, on the third day, I actually did, and I thought that on the final day of driver’s ed, (yesterday), I might casually ask her out for a coffee.
Of course, this plan went all to hell when she simply didn’t show up for the final day. So I improvised – and this is where you’re all probably going to think I’m a real creep. I waited for our instructor to step out for his hourly smoke break, and I quickly rooted through the test papers, and jotted her number down, finally putting everything back the way I found it.
I agonized over whether I should actually call the number for awhile, but finally I did. I wrote out a message first, hoping it might cover any contingency, and called the number, hoping for the best.
A man answered the phone, and at first he seemed a bit thrown off that I was asking for (her name… for anonymity sake lets call her Makeup Girl. Sorry, I’m a bit frazzled and lacking imagination right now.)
I asked him when she might be around, and he said “I don’t know, the end of the month,” which threw me, because it sort of is the end of the month, “she doesn’t normally live here.” So I asked if she had a cell phone or an e-mail address, and he said he couldn’t remember them offhand, so asked if I could leave a message.
So I then proceeded with what I had dreaded having to do most – leave a message with another person, and other people, I probably don’t need to tell you, are notoriously unreliable.
So I told him my name, and left my number, adding a note that “the best way to describe me is the blog guy from driver’s ed.” I told her about this blog, you see, because asked me about it, so for all I know, she is (you are) reading this. But I figure, you know, how often does someone randomly say they’ll check out your blog, or a particular book or movie, or pub, and actually do it? That’s not meant to be rhetorical, I seriously don’t know…
And I feel stupid because I didn’t even add to that. I didn’t even remember to tell him “what I want,” which is to “meet up for a coffee sometime.”
Anyway, Makeup Girl, if you are reading this, I’m sorry if I have (or if I am) embarrassing you. You just seem very nice, and I would really just like to meet you for coffee. And I promise I’m not some kind of psycho stalker, and I promise I won’t keep bothering you. Unless you want me to. I just wish I’d worked up the courage to talk to you a little more, and perhaps a little sooner.
And to everyone else, be honest, how weird and/or desperate do you think I’m being?