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Mr. who are you

Yesterday I ran out to the deli for lunch.  They know me there, mostly because i'm probably one of the few people who smuggle my dog in.  

So there i am chatting and making niceties at the deli, still smiling as i walk out the door which is being held open by.......a familiar guy.  why is he familiar? He's smiling really big like he knows me, did he just say "hi M"? .......oh!....heyyyyy.

As i say "how are ya?" and keep walking willing him not to try and carry on the conversation.  Gratefully he takes my continued walk away as a sign not to chat. I can't remember his name.  I didn't mean to be rude, nor did I want to be friendly in any way.

I did go out with him one time.  He turned it into a weird situation by constantly calling, texting and pretty much driving me up a wall.  However, his name completely escapes me.

Here's the funny part.  As soon as i got into my car i thought "oh god, please don't let this start a river of his texting me again" and by the time i got back to work, sure enough, my phone is bleeping.  The message from "unknown" is "are you interested in meeting up? or should i close this file".....

I text back "I'm seeing someone"

some time passes and I get this text - "you are seeing someone from primeAmerica?"

and I laugh so hard i just about pee my pants.  

I am an asshole.

The text was not from mr.waytoomuch, it was from a salesman that has been emailing, calling and now apparently texting me about a job I don't want.  His timing couldn't have been more perfect.



Sometimes, i take myself WAY too seriously.  I'm just glad i can get a good laugh at my own expense.

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