The Other Man?
Jun. 19th, 2006 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oneirophreniaThis is weird. I just stopped at the newly-opened Walgreens in Uniontown to get some $1 soap and shampoo, and while I was there, I got to talking to the girl behind the perfume counter. She seemed bored out of her mind and she asked me if I went to Penn State, so I told her I taught there and we got to talking about nursing programs and stuff. She just transfered down to Cal U's nursing program and was having some trouble scheduling a Comp II class. So I told her I taught down there, too, and would be glad to help her out with that if I could--so I gave her my basic contact info and told her to get a hold of me if she needed any help with class stuff.
So then she said, "Hold on a sec. Let me give you my stuff too." She scribbled a name and number down on a business card and handed it to me. "You can call my cell number anytime. I'm usually not home that much because of work, so you can always get me there."
"OK, cool," I said.
"You can call me anytime," she replied.
Now that sounded a little odd to me. Especially since, in passing, she mentioned she was married--to a guy I'd gone to highschool with. I vaguely remember the dude...a very quiet, boring fella. Nice, but dull. Incredibly dull. We used to call him Marble or something like that because he was about as interesting as a statue.
"OK, no prob," I said. "I'll look into the comp stuff at Cal U and let you know if anything comes up."
"Well...call me anyway," she said.
"Uhhh. Yeah. Take care!" And then I left.
I'm generally a pretty clueless guy, as most of you are aware, but...I'm pretty sure that was a little more than just a request for some school information. I did tell her that I'd look into her class situation at Cal, and since I'll be down there later this week I might as well, but...I sincerely hope she's not looking for anything more, because I am most definitely not "other man" material. Not that I have any real ethical problem with the whole cheating thing anymore--I'm so ridiculously cynical now I don't even have an issue with it (hey, might as well give as good as I've gotten, right?)--but I DO NOT need the complications and the craziness that something like that involves. No way in hell. My life has been simplified to the greatest extent that it ever has been, and I'm not about to rock that boat in any way. I want a Quiet, Normal Life; the last thing I need is some chickie trying to play Desperate Housewives games with me. Uh-uh. No way.
So then she said, "Hold on a sec. Let me give you my stuff too." She scribbled a name and number down on a business card and handed it to me. "You can call my cell number anytime. I'm usually not home that much because of work, so you can always get me there."
"OK, cool," I said.
"You can call me anytime," she replied.
Now that sounded a little odd to me. Especially since, in passing, she mentioned she was married--to a guy I'd gone to highschool with. I vaguely remember the dude...a very quiet, boring fella. Nice, but dull. Incredibly dull. We used to call him Marble or something like that because he was about as interesting as a statue.
"OK, no prob," I said. "I'll look into the comp stuff at Cal U and let you know if anything comes up."
"Well...call me anyway," she said.
"Uhhh. Yeah. Take care!" And then I left.
I'm generally a pretty clueless guy, as most of you are aware, but...I'm pretty sure that was a little more than just a request for some school information. I did tell her that I'd look into her class situation at Cal, and since I'll be down there later this week I might as well, but...I sincerely hope she's not looking for anything more, because I am most definitely not "other man" material. Not that I have any real ethical problem with the whole cheating thing anymore--I'm so ridiculously cynical now I don't even have an issue with it (hey, might as well give as good as I've gotten, right?)--but I DO NOT need the complications and the craziness that something like that involves. No way in hell. My life has been simplified to the greatest extent that it ever has been, and I'm not about to rock that boat in any way. I want a Quiet, Normal Life; the last thing I need is some chickie trying to play Desperate Housewives games with me. Uh-uh. No way.
