did i spell that correctly? that’s what i’m calling the math teacher in my neighborhood who approached me two days ago (see below). today he just “happened” to be getting stuff out of his car after i pulled up to the curb to park.

he called me “darlin’.” okay. i usually don’t like this kind of thing from men i don’t know, but i’ll take it. then i asked him how his day went. he told me they got new laptops at work today. cool. tech talk. then he said “you look really nice today.”

aw. how sweet. and not in a slimy way, did he say this either.

then he asked me again if i’d like to go out for a drink sometime. i said yes, but hesitantly, waiting, i guess for him to suggest a place. then he sort of wavered, like he was waiting for me to suggest it. then he said, “are you sure?” and i said “yes, but i don’t make arrangements, you have to do that.”

ah. the light went on. he said, “well maybe i could get your number.”

i said sure, did he want to put it into his phone? he said just tell him because he’s good with numbers, he’d remember it. so i recited it. he said he’d call. i told him this week was busy because i am singing. he said “you sing?? so do i!”

he sings in a gospel choir. HOW FUCKING COOL!

i told him who i sing with, and as is the standard reaction from most people, he said “wow! the phil—armonic. hmmmmm.”

i smiled and said “have a good evening then.”

i so like men who know how to ask a woman out. damn it’s refreshing.