May 29, 2009 12:01 am
This week’s Spin Cycle topic is dating and all it entails. Be sure to head on over to Sprite’s Keeper to hear more dating stories.
Several years ago, I went to a Rush concert with a friend from work. We met up for drinks beforehand with my friend’s ex boyfriend and one of his friends. After the show, we met up with the guys again for a few more beers and hung out on the skeesy dive bar patio. When my bladder finally couldn’t take anymore, I headed to the bathroom. My friend’s ex was waiting for me when I came out. It was like scene out of an 80’s movie, we were standing in a grungy dark hallway and he was making googly eyes at me.
The googly eyes must have worked since we hung out and chatted for awhile. We had a lot in common and the beer didn’t hurt. We talked about music and family and work and life. Everything was going smoothly and we ended up kissing right there in that dark hallway. I know, I’m such a hoebag. After a little while, we realized that it had been too long and made our way back to the table. We staggered our arrivals so it didn’t look obvious but hello, we were gone for almost an hour. I’m pretty sure they were onto us. On the way to the parking garage, we held hands before parting ways.
At the time that all of this was going on, I worked the overnight shift at the local cable company. My secret hallway lover was the lead engineer on one of the major email projects going on so he was working a lot of overnights too. We started chatting online about anything and everything in the wee hours of the night. It seemed like a perfect fit, too good to be true. One night we were joking about getting together again (we were both embarrassed by our drunken behavior on our first meeting) and he said to come on over. At the time, I happened to have the billing system open and I thought it would be funny to look up his address. I pasted his address in the AIM window and said something like “is this where you live? I’ll be right over!”. It was innocent enough, I had access at my fingertips and I thought it would be a funny prank. Not so much. He closed the AIM window and didn’t talk to me again.
The next day, my friend asked me what the hell I’d done to freak her ex out. He had implied that I’d displayed stalkerish behavior and didn’t want to see me again. We were all supposed to go to a street fair in the upcoming weeks but the plan was off. I felt terrible. I was embarrassed for what I’d done and for making him feel like I was a stalker. I had really only intended to play a prank, not make someone afraid for their life. After I apologed profusely, he decided that we should all continue on with our original plans and go to the street fair. It was a fun night, the fair was a Halloween themed party that they throw every year in Tampa’s Ybor City. We shared a cab so that we could all have a few beers and get home safely.
My stalkee and I cooled things down for a few months until about six months later when we started talking online again. We decided to go out on a real date that didn’t involve dark hallways and bucketloads of beer. Our plans fell through that night since there was a NYC blackout and my smartypants engineer had to work on the email outage once the power to the city came back on. Instead of picking me up, I drove to his house in a FREAKISH hail storm and waited for him to finish work. We ended up grabbing a pizza and then staying up until all hours talking. Things were so comfortable and it was the perfect night. I married Jamie almost two years after that first date and haven’t looked back since. Fortunately for Jamie, the only stalkers around here these days come in toddler form and the only googly eyes being made are directed at Elmo.