I had a date scheduled for tonight. I was kind of excited, more curious than anything. We met on Match, little correspondence. I called him yesterday to confirm and left a voicemail. He called me back and said he was in Chicago and asked me to call him after work (on Friday). Ironically, I was working up until 12 a.m. Common sense clued me to the fact that he didn’t want me to call after I finished working Thursday night.
What about him made me curious? His pictures, they’re weird, like odd angles. Odd angles, and fuzzy images = unattractive. He stated on his profile that he made $100,000+. What rationale person would put that on their profile? His voicemail consisted of ramblings of “I’m watching them tear down Obama”, “this rhetoric has got me fuming”, “dinner with a colleague, afterwards I’ll work out after my dinner has settled.”
I’m not sure why he felt like he had to tell me all that. I don’t care. Even if I knew him, I wouldn’t care. I feel like I smell an energy vampire.
I have a deadline (of midnight) to meet for a project that has been haunting me in my dreams for months. I honestly thought I’d finish by 3 p.m. But what I failed to realize is that evil forces were brewing. My manager had to help me work through the technical glitches and is still doing so. Note, it’s after 9 p.m. She left the office and told me she’d get me the info in 2 hours. I said cool. She asked if I had plans tonight. I said, just dinner. She told me to go on and that tomorrow morning would be fine to send out the files.
What did I do? Left work, left the guy a voicemail and hit the gym. And take a quiz…