The coworker texted me at 11:23am to tell me he was already at the park even though we’d agreed to meet at noon. What the fuck. So I went to the park in my jeans and t-shirt, hair up in a ponytail and all sweaty from doing housework. I asked if he was hungry and neither of us really were yet, so I suggested we walk first, then eat. Then I said, “Since we don’t have forks” (for takeout), we might as well just eat at the restaurant. He was really weird about that, like he didn’t want to eat there and asked if we could come to my house.
HELL TO THE FUCKING. NO.
That’s not even the first time he’s asked if he can come over here. He’s offered to come over and “help” with moving things around… twice. That’s just… weird.
Should I even bother wondering why he’s willing to bring food back here to eat, but not eat at a goddamned restaurant? Is it because I’m fat? Is it because I’m white? (He’s not.) Is it because I’m more than twice his fucking age? Yes, I asked him how old he is and he’s 24. TWENTY-FOUR. That’s my youngest son’s age. My YOUNGEST son.
([CurrentAge]/2) + 7 = Lower age limit to not be a fucking creep.
For me right now, that’s 31.5. In six months it’ll be 32.
So we took a walk along the trail at the park in a loop, and it was a few miles. We talked the entire time about his long-term relationship that ended (they weren’t actually married) two years ago and what she did and the drama, etc. etc. I kept the focus of the conversation entirely on him and his problems and offered sympathy and advice. Then I interjected with my own past experiences and how many years (almost 50!) of experience I have with life. I told him he should be confident and move on, you know, the usual advice. I also stated that I am going to remain single for the rest of my life and don’t even have any interest in dating anyone. I told him in no uncertain terms that I do not want a boyfriend of any kind.
I’m not sure he believed me. They never do.
It’s so fucking impossible for any man to believe a woman can be a nice person without her wanting to marry the dude. Or fuck him.
When we got back to our cars he said he wasn’t hungry so we could have lunch “next time.” I don’t think there should be a next time, because when we said goodbye and I gave him a hug, when we ended the hug, he looked a little like he was expecting me to make some sort of move, like lean in for a kiss.
NO!
I only gave him a hug because that’s what I do. I hug. I give hugs to anyone and everyone who will take one. I hugged him because I felt sorry for him. That’s it.
Now I’m going to have to tell him I don’t think it’s a good idea for him to come to my place because I need to keep work at work. (That’s not entirely true because I do occasionally hang out with one male coworker, but that’s not at all awkward or weird.) If that doesn’t work, I’ll need to tell him the truth, which is that I think he wants something, and I’m not going to take any part in that because I’m old enough to be his mother. I’m not at all attracted to him, anyway. PROBABLY BECAUSE HE IS TWENTY-FOUR. Oh my god he’s a kid. And a coworker! Double-triple NO.
Is this kid looking for a mom, or what?
Geez, way to make getting coffee in the break room every morning awkward.
This probably would never have happened if this guy didn’t mistake my being friendly for being attracted to him.
That’s such a common thing for men. “She’s talking to me! She must want to fuck me!”
No, no we don’t.
*eyeroll*