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Jul. 27th, 2004 12:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sevApparently I'm way too trusting and willing to believe the best of people when I'm in that spacey flush of immediate-post-yoga.
I swear when I agreed to have coffee with the guy I honestly believed that he wanted to talk about yoga. He was having some kind of conversation with the people at the protein-shake-stand just outside my gym, and asked me questions about yoga when I walked past; I assumed he was a member of the gym who was thinking about attending the class. I kept walking and he came along with me and we continued talking as I walked into Fred Meyer to buy my usual post-gym quasi-discordian breakfast. (*)
I agreed to have coffee so we could continue the conversation -- and I was too worn out to walk home yet anyway -- but we were halfway to the coffee shop (two blocks away from the gym) when I discovered that what was really going on was that he believed in love at first sight. Apparently my endorphined out post-yoga bliss is attractive.
I extricated myself as gently as I could -- which took far too long for my comfort -- and suggested that I was going to walk away and he should please walk the other way. But just in case, if I turn up dead or missing in the near future (especially if it's immediately after the gym), look for a self-identified irish construction worker named Mark who says he lives in an apartment building on Belmont st. in the Capitol Hill neighborhood.
(*) veggie dog, cold, straight from the package, no bun. It's been my emergency protein source for as long as I can remember (though it was meat hot dogs, when I was still eating meat). My mom says I preferred them that way as a toddler and never grew out of it.
I swear when I agreed to have coffee with the guy I honestly believed that he wanted to talk about yoga. He was having some kind of conversation with the people at the protein-shake-stand just outside my gym, and asked me questions about yoga when I walked past; I assumed he was a member of the gym who was thinking about attending the class. I kept walking and he came along with me and we continued talking as I walked into Fred Meyer to buy my usual post-gym quasi-discordian breakfast. (*)
I agreed to have coffee so we could continue the conversation -- and I was too worn out to walk home yet anyway -- but we were halfway to the coffee shop (two blocks away from the gym) when I discovered that what was really going on was that he believed in love at first sight. Apparently my endorphined out post-yoga bliss is attractive.
I extricated myself as gently as I could -- which took far too long for my comfort -- and suggested that I was going to walk away and he should please walk the other way. But just in case, if I turn up dead or missing in the near future (especially if it's immediately after the gym), look for a self-identified irish construction worker named Mark who says he lives in an apartment building on Belmont st. in the Capitol Hill neighborhood.
(*) veggie dog, cold, straight from the package, no bun. It's been my emergency protein source for as long as I can remember (though it was meat hot dogs, when I was still eating meat). My mom says I preferred them that way as a toddler and never grew out of it.
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on 2004-07-27 02:42 pm (UTC)Though obviously he probably said something to that was creepier than the usual "Hi, I think you're cute, want to have coffee?"
Remember that song?... where they discussed "The worse she could say is 'no'!"? Neah, sometimes "no" would be easy.. the worse she can say is "I'm calling the police..." ;)
(But thanks for letting us know in case you turn up... dead or missing.. :)' )
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on 2004-07-27 05:25 pm (UTC)He started out with a perfectly believable, though a little woo-woo, discussion of the benefits of yoga. And then expressed some vague interest in continuing to talk to me, and perhaps we could do it over coffee? And shortly thereafter all of a sudden turned to me and said, "you know, I love you."
Not kidding.
It was really weird.
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on 2004-07-27 05:39 pm (UTC)And if he didn't profess undying love but that regular kind then why should he waste your time? :)