Fingers Crossed!

When I was a teenaged nanny, the older women used to tell me that nothing stops a crying child like a new idea. It's true, I realize, years later.

I never gave him my number. I didn't have the nerve to ask who did. It was like, I knew, all day, in some bizarre way, that that was going to happen, and for once, it DID.

It was, admittedly, one of the coolest things a guy had ever done for me.

He's a little mysterious though. I mean, when you think it over rationally, it's like why go through all this trouble if not? But perhaps he was drunk? Perhaps he was bored? Perhaps I really do creep the kid out, "running into" him? Maybe my little game just got tired. Maybe he just wanted to play one of his own. Maybe I was a bit too exaggerated in my pourings over his sportcoat. Maybe I shouldn't talk so much about other girls.

It makes a lot of sense now. His friends insisting he had no one, throwing in a fantasy with him as the main player. The whole thing makes sense. Who knew he had it in him?

But whatever his reasons, it worked. I can't stop thinking about it now, can't wait to tell the office girls, I'm smiling at the gym, (the fucking gym!) and even my mother and aunt - forever gossips!- are intrigued to see how this develops. G, of course, is completely into the details, and N is swearing she's clairvoyant. J and M are already to plan the big meetup, A is making plans to hear about the first romp, and S, as usual, completely disgusted. Everyone is routing for me! Who gave my number? How did he ask? What did he say? What did he want to ascertain? Why did he want the exact address? Has this been going some time? Am I a creep or is he into me? Does he like my humor or my face? Does he think I'm a bro -as his idiot friends apparently do? Was it my friends or his? Which one? Were they there? Was I supposed to come down? Was he testing the waters? He didn't even announce himself in first text. Is this friendly or flirty? I turned over the brief, seemingly meaningless conversation on my phone numerous times.

Who knows.

I don't dare reach out without being contacted again. I'd prefer to enjoy the sensation of literally being tracked down. (Maybe this is how he felt?) I've got a million questions I want to ask him and this is FUN, but the waiting is killing me because who knows if it'll go on again? D's odd little comments, was that intentional? How he just appeared!

Crossing my fingers. This is so fun!