A week or two ago I went and saw The Hangover on a Saturday afternoon. Very funny movie. I watched it at an outdoor shopping mall where Girl Who Won't Be My Girlfriend likes to hang out. As I left the theater and walked to my car, I saw her car in the parking garage. I gave her a call to see if she wanted to meet up.
She didn't pick up.
I didn't leave a message because I was just going to go along on my way, but knowing that she likes to hang out and study in a nearby coffee shop, I thought that I'd walk over and say hi real quick*. So I called her again. This time I left a message saying, "Hey, I just saw you parked near me, so I'm going to stop by real quick in case you're there. I'd like to say hi."
I went to the coffee shop.
She wasn't there.
I walked back to my car.
Hers was gone.
I couldn't help but think that she hurried and left because I said I was stopping by. I called her again and left a message telling her that I was sorry I missed her, and to give me a call.
Nothing says "stalker" quite like that sequence of events**.
It made me feel a lot like Mikey***:
*I realize how pathetic this makes me look.
**Even though it was just coincidence***.
***But at least I wasn't wearing a wife beater.