or; thanks to CD for the title.
So I'm sitting here at work, and my phone buzzes, "Message for you, sir!" (Yeah, it's from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, when the guy gets shot in the chest with the arrow.)
I pick it up.
It's from this girl. A girl that's, sure, my friend, but it's not like I see her (or that I want to see her) as anything else. She's nice, but I'm just not into her like that. I like girls a little more . . . erudite? . . . than that.
But so it says, "I'm free!"
I answer, "From what?"
"Work", comes the curt reply.
Now, the night before, she had sent me some texts from the line for Harry Potter 5. (Was I there? Course not. I don't care about the Potter movies nearly enough to line up for them. I was home watching Doctor Who, my favorite show in the universe. It's the new series two, with David Tennant as the Tenth Doctor. It's great.) She had sent me a message that said, "Hey hottie". I didn't answer, because it was on silent and nothing interrupts my Doctor Who. So she sent another, saying, "I flirted with you, but no dice." Keep in mind, people - Doctor Who. But she then said, "Do you still need a date for Friday?"
Now, there's a party this Friday night, that I'm not going to attend. I was going to attend with a certain girl by the name of Epiphany, but we had us a nasty fight, and that's just not happening. But text girl wanted to come with me to the party. I replied with, "No, I'm not going to be able to attend the party. Thanks, though." She answered, "Anytime."
Okay, now I've set the stage with yesterday's comments. So after the "work" reply, I ask, "So how was Potter five last night?"
And she answers with, and I quote from the text I'm currently staring at, "Do you want to go out?"
I was floored. Flabbergasted. I had never thought of this girl that way, but I had been getting the vibes that she may in fact like me for the past couple of weeks. I was hoping that I was mistaken, and not just ignoring things. (Usually, it's the latter. Painfully.) So after an awkward conversation with my coworkers, appraising them of the situation, I replied, "I'm not sure how to respond to that . . ."
Her answer? "Please!"
I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to be mean, but I'm just not interested in her like that. Not at all. So I didn't respond for a couple of minutes.
My phone buzzed again, and her text read, "My brother had my phone so don't believe anything he said."
Now, her brother doesn't know who I am, so wouldn't probably be texting me those things. But maybe, just maybe, it was him. I didn't reply.
She just tried to call. I didn't pick up. I'm at work, and I hate to answer personal calls while on the clock.
I'm scared I might have a stalker again. 