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The Gentle Hum of Anxiety.

Still haven't met anyone downtown, but I did meet someone in my front yard. I was dicking around on my lawn a couple Sunday nights ago, watering the gardenias that never grow when a car pulled up in front of my house and a dude got out of it. What's this, I mused as he began walking toward me. I decided that he was going to kill me and experienced a slight euphoria realizing that meant I wouldn't have to go to work tomorrow. So I said hello. He lingered at the edge of the driveway. I set the hose down and peered into the dark.

"Hi!" he sort of shouted, "I don't know if you're seeing anyone, and I know this is kind of weird, but -"

I walked closer to him so that Ophelia would not call the cops.

"I live down the street and we leave for work at the same time every morning. I always see you and...I just wondered if you'd like to go for coffee some time. Nice Pixies poster."

I turned and looked at my poster through the wide open windows and all the blazing lights I doll the house up in to counteract Ophelia's constantly inky black half. I asked him his name (Chris) and where he worked (Redbox) and told him I'd shake his hand if mine weren't all wet from the hose. He said that was okay, and that his were wet too from being so nervous. I smiled widely despite myself and walked back into the house to tear a piece of paper from a journal for us to exchange numbers on. We planned to meet at a coffee shop around the corner the next evening and said our goodbyes. I shut off the hose and wound it back onto its wheel, still smiling.

He'd offered to pick me up, but in the interest of not having local joggers find my skeletonized remains along the American River this winter, I said I'd meet him there. As I waited in the coffee shop amongst all the hipsters with their laptops, I wished I had a Quaalude to chew on. Something to make me not want to puke the mashed potatoes I'd eaten earlier up through my nose. But when he walked in and grinned at me, I began to feel at ease. Even more than I felt at ease, I felt excited. I felt happy. He was cute. He was funny. He was smart and he was cute. I can't tell you the last time I wasn't physically repulsed by my date. We sat outside for two hours with the coffee he bought and talked about how all our friends were getting married, getting pregnant, and buying houses, and how we weren't. We had both worked at record stores in the past, and had similar tastes in movies and music.

As we stood outside our cars in the parking lot towards the end, he said we'd have to get together soon and watch the only cheesy 80's movie it seemed we both hadn't seen. But "soon" has turned into the opposite of that. As the days trail by, I can't help but wonder what the fuck. I wasn't even performing any outreach here, and I'm still hurt. Near as I can figure, it was an off-the-cuff remark I made about Tom Waits being irritating when he brought him up. I saw a subtle look of horror cross his face at the time, but didn't realize I'd dug my own grave.

Oh well. No hope, no harm. Just another false alarm.

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velouria
Oct. 31st, 2010 04:50 pm (UTC)
seriously. i ought to steer him towards the 30 year-old virgin that told me talking to me was like talking to a cardboard box.
ba_doinger
Oct. 25th, 2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
*sigh* The Smiths. :(

Just when I was ready to cheer, the last paragraph broke my heart.
velouria
Oct. 31st, 2010 04:49 pm (UTC)
the story is old, i know, but it goes on.
ba_doinger
Nov. 1st, 2010 04:45 pm (UTC)
Tell me how long before the last one? *tear*
hatchelt
Oct. 30th, 2010 07:37 am (UTC)
Yeah, sorry about that. Chris and I had words and, well, he won't be coming around anymore. If fact, you won't ever see him again...no one will...AND LET THAT BE A LESSON TO THE REST OF YOU!
velouria
Oct. 31st, 2010 04:45 pm (UTC)
i didn't know i had the protection of the british mafia, thanks.
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