Aug 6, 1997
- outdoor center story
Aug 30, 1997
i can't believe august is almost over! the older we get the more there is to do and the quicker the time passes.The hottest man just came in – wow. But I will date no more forever after my Monte experience. It's been proven that every one of my local girlfriends has had a freaky experience with guys named Monte. On my hell day at work last week a guy bought a stamp. I thought he could be cute but I didn't pay him much attention. He was nice. Right a closing he came in and said, "This may seem a bit bold but would you like to go out for coffee sometime?"
"Sure." What am I supposed to say and besides, it can't hurt to just meet a new person. Hah! So he says "how about tonight?"
me: "No, I'm sorry I have a meeting."
me: "No, I'm busy."
him: "How about Thursday?"
me: "Well, I'll be working but maybe." So I worked until 2 and he didn't come in and by then I didn't want to go. I asked K. [my boss] if i could watch her close just to get the practice – so I came back and RIGHT at 6 as the lights went out, he comes strolling in and sits down and waits. I was MORTIFIED. I did not know his name. I didn't know how to explain him to K. and I didn't want her to think I came in to close as an excuse to meet this presumptuous person and he certainly was not attractive to me. Bad news bears. So what was I supposed to do? I closed and left. He followed us out and already had it all planned that we were going to Tony's [coffee shop]. Um, hi. How about consulting with me? but I went and not only did I go but I LET HIM DRIVE. I do not know why – he seemed nice enough but so did Ted Bundy. So at coffee I almost freaked out.
him: Do you know what C.A. is?
me: blank face
him: cocaine anonymous
me: Okay. I didn't need to know which support group he's in or that he's on the bandwagon or that his girlfriend in high school was killed in a drunk driving accident with him but that he still loves Jane. On a coffee date you're on a need to know basis and I didn't need to know any of those things.
September 20, 1997
So J. is married. It really happened. And I am really glad I didn't go. So many people went for insincere reasons. But, I just couldn't be a part of that. I know I was one of the "most important people to tell" list but if it was that important to J. he would've called … Oh, man! I forgot to over-analyze the Monte situation. I HATE it when people make me be rude just to get an obvious hint. Like – I do NOT like you. I really don't even want to be friends with him! Anyway last week he came in and got a coffee and sat and STARED at me and made small talk. Then a few days later he parked in the lot and just sat in his car or an hour and a half. Today he came in and unfortunately it was very slow so I couldn't be distracted. He sat right across from me and just looked. He didn't even come in under the pretense of getting coffee. Just sat and told me all about this and that like I should care. K. pays me to work here, not to give a shit. Anyway, I tried to keep talking just to avoid the possibility of him asking me out and the silence - i hate how he just looks through me. and i hate how he talks – he's a little too old to use babytalk and to think the way he does. He's way too much like T. (who called me the other night). Anyway he was here for 45 minutes when he asked what I was doing today cause I ran out of things to say. I told him. Then he asked if I was doing anything tomorrow. I said, No. Not really. but I hesitated so it should've been clear that even if I had nothing to do I'd rather do that then hang with him. And after a LONG and uncomfortable silence he asked i I wanted to do something with him. After a long silence during which he STARED I said, "No. Not really." He nodded like it was the end of the world. I just hope it was the end of Monte in my life.