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I really wish I knew what it was about Walmart.
Some of you may remember me getting hit on by that state trooper from Harvard , or my sister being stalked out of one, or that time the guy asked if I was spoken for when all I wanted to do was find a notebook, all of which occurred at a Walmart. I can't say the same about any other place I've been.
Thankfully, all of the craziness that follows me and my sister around there had stopped. That was, until today.
I've always been weird about being asked out while I'm at work. I'm weird when I get asked out at all, but especially at work. At work, all you can see are my best qualities. When I'm there, I'm incredibly friendly, charismatic, confident, and approachable. That isn't to say I'm not any of those things outside of work, but if the only place you've seen me at is work, that's all you would know of me. You wouldn't know I spent the last two days holed in my room, making up stories in my head while playing video games. You wouldn't know I fall into reclusive moods, where all I want to do is be left on my own or, surprisingly, surrounded by people I don't know in a places not completely familiar to me. Walmart is coming back, I promise, but you wouldn't know I spend many nights watching Korean movies (even the bad ones) on Netflix until 3AM. I guess that's why people date, to find out those types of things. Maybe that's why I'm so put off by dating. I want to know a person before I get involved.
There is something so weird about being asked out in front of your manager. When this patient walked back in after two minutes, maybe I should have known the question he was going to ask had nothing to do with glasses. It came though, "Would you like to go to dinner?" The polite, "I can't" followed easily.
After he walked away, the first thing I said to manager (the one I had been angry at, go figure) was "Well, it wasn't at Walmart this time." Her response was "He works at Walmart." Cue the face palm, of course he does. I can't escape Walmart.
It isn't that I don't appreciate the courage it takes to walk up to a stranger to ask such a question, or that I'm not flattered it was me he asked, that's just not what I'm interested in. I realized that tonight.
I'm happy being single. Years ago now, there used to be tears almost every night because of a certain man. My tears nowadays are normally tears from laughing too hard. I've never been happier than I am now, and that has everything to do with not just knowing I can stand on my own two feet, but doing it. That isn't to say I don't want to find someone someday, but I'm not going to settle until I do. I don't need to get free food to know I'm not interested in someone, and maybe it is naive of me to think this, but I think when that person does come along, I'll know. And maybe they never will, but that's okay too. Either way, I'm not letting this happiness I've found slip away.
One of the best parts of the night was telling my dad the story. It reminded me of the end of Pride and Prejudice (the movie, because it has been more than a few years since I've read the book) where Mr. Bennett tells Lizzie, "I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you." Not to say that's true, but it is a nice feeling to know your dad feels that way.
Some of you may remember me getting hit on by that state trooper from Harvard , or my sister being stalked out of one, or that time the guy asked if I was spoken for when all I wanted to do was find a notebook, all of which occurred at a Walmart. I can't say the same about any other place I've been.
Thankfully, all of the craziness that follows me and my sister around there had stopped. That was, until today.
I've always been weird about being asked out while I'm at work. I'm weird when I get asked out at all, but especially at work. At work, all you can see are my best qualities. When I'm there, I'm incredibly friendly, charismatic, confident, and approachable. That isn't to say I'm not any of those things outside of work, but if the only place you've seen me at is work, that's all you would know of me. You wouldn't know I spent the last two days holed in my room, making up stories in my head while playing video games. You wouldn't know I fall into reclusive moods, where all I want to do is be left on my own or, surprisingly, surrounded by people I don't know in a places not completely familiar to me. Walmart is coming back, I promise, but you wouldn't know I spend many nights watching Korean movies (even the bad ones) on Netflix until 3AM. I guess that's why people date, to find out those types of things. Maybe that's why I'm so put off by dating. I want to know a person before I get involved.
There is something so weird about being asked out in front of your manager. When this patient walked back in after two minutes, maybe I should have known the question he was going to ask had nothing to do with glasses. It came though, "Would you like to go to dinner?" The polite, "I can't" followed easily.
After he walked away, the first thing I said to manager (the one I had been angry at, go figure) was "Well, it wasn't at Walmart this time." Her response was "He works at Walmart." Cue the face palm, of course he does. I can't escape Walmart.
It isn't that I don't appreciate the courage it takes to walk up to a stranger to ask such a question, or that I'm not flattered it was me he asked, that's just not what I'm interested in. I realized that tonight.
I'm happy being single. Years ago now, there used to be tears almost every night because of a certain man. My tears nowadays are normally tears from laughing too hard. I've never been happier than I am now, and that has everything to do with not just knowing I can stand on my own two feet, but doing it. That isn't to say I don't want to find someone someday, but I'm not going to settle until I do. I don't need to get free food to know I'm not interested in someone, and maybe it is naive of me to think this, but I think when that person does come along, I'll know. And maybe they never will, but that's okay too. Either way, I'm not letting this happiness I've found slip away.
One of the best parts of the night was telling my dad the story. It reminded me of the end of Pride and Prejudice (the movie, because it has been more than a few years since I've read the book) where Mr. Bennett tells Lizzie, "I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you." Not to say that's true, but it is a nice feeling to know your dad feels that way.
