I was on a random aisle in the grocery store not picking up groceries. Food was the goal, but on that random aisle I stopped and stared into space as a daydream crossed my mind. The daydream was definitely about my future. That's what I think of most of the time. What can I do to make my future better? I don't know how long I was standing there. It could have been 30 seconds or five minutes. All I know is I jumped when he spoke.
"Hi," he said.
"Hello," I practically whispered in a startled voice.
Who was this guy? Where did he come from? Did he know he had interrupted my thoughts?
"What's your name?" he asked
"Lashuntrice, yours?"
After giving me his name I thought he'd leave. Nope, he stayed longer.
"Can I get your number?"
I gave him my number. He didn't run any games on me. His approach was nice and simple. Plus it had come out of nowhere. How could I reject that? Even with the startling realization that a random guy had approached me in the grocery store, I didn't hold my breathe. I didn't expect to hear from him. He was just probably trying to be brave.
But wait...
He text me an hour after that. It was another simple conversation. We discussed possibly going out and getting to know more of each other. That never happened.
For days he text me a series of "Good morning" and "Good night." There was no more to it. Actually there was one more text. I asked him what he did for a living and his reply was "I work hard." I assumed that either he was a pimp cause pimpin' ain't easy or he robbed places for a living. Stealing is hard work too.
After days of texts I broke his pattern by calling. I thought calling would help him speak up more. Plus I was getting tired of that very boring pattern. I didn't know what to say, so when he answered I became very blunt.
"Hey, what's up with the same texts all the time? Is something wrong with you?" That's when he said the words I wasn't expecting.
"I'm sorry. I really do want to get to know you. That day in the grocery store I had to stop because I saw an angel."
I guess that's the part where I was supposed to get all soft and fall in love with this stranger. Nope, it was the first lame line he had used and he wasn't treating me like an angel. If I had randomly saw a man who appeared to be an angel I'd do anything to make him my man. That means actual conversations, a date to see check out his actions, and just try to make good memories with this (supposedly) perfect soul. This guy just text the same thing over and over.
After that conversation he hopped back to his pattern. He did it until I tried to call him again to explain why it was getting on my nerves. This time I received no answer so I sent a simple text that said "Stop Texting Me." He finally stopped.
All I could think of this stranger that had approached me in the grocery store was "What The Fuck!!!"
This happened months ago. The reason I'm writing about it now is because I received another text from him today. STRANGE. The reason I know it was from him was because of the previous messages that were also there. I thought I had deleted them all, but maybe you can't delete anything off of an iPhone.
Anyway, now I'm wondering how men act when they really come in contact with angels. Do they all ask for a number and stick with texting? What do they do?
(P.S. I wrote about this guy months ago in From Weird Grocery Store Guy To White Collar Man.)
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