Mr. I, whom I have mentioned here a time or two, seems to be making me slightly insane...
Some history, dim the lights....
It was February the first time I saw him... He works at the same place I do, but what with the dealership being as large as it is, I hadn't (and still have not) met everyone that worked on it's premises. I work in a portable building set off to the side of the dealership, near the main building where the showroom is. When you enter the door to my building, immediately to your left is a desk. There are two other desks set on the other walls... Past the first desk you can turn left and then left again and enter my boss' office. Should you have looked right when you entered the building, you would have seen a wall with two doors, the first is mine the second, my co-worker's. It isn't a large building, but it suits us fine.
Mr. I had driven a rather large printer up to our building on a forklift. I hadn't gotten up when he came in, nor when he moved the printer in. It wasn't until a lady I worked with (who is no longer with us) asked me for help in getting the printer plugged in that I came out. He was shy, you could tell immediately. Sort of skittish and unsure of what to say. I have always and still do find this to be an intriguing trait. He was already contradicting himself just with his behavior. Simply by looking shy and speaking with confidence. He smiled at me quite a bit and my radar for picking such things up was silently sounding in my head. He liked me, I could tell and I found him interesting.... and tall, lol...
When he left, the lady teased me. She asked what I thought of him... Told me what she thought of him and reminded me that I hadn't had any type of physical contact with a man in quite awhile... I told her the truth, that I thought Mr. I cute, but I wasn't in any position to go chasing after his forklift. She dropped it and so did I and life went on as though two people had never met, never smiled at one another...
Insert here, the passing of many months... Five to be exact, for it was to be the end of June before I would think of him again. Why did I think of him? I am not sure... Maybe I saw him, maybe he waved at me or delivered something to my building... Whatever the reason, I called him. I called to tell him I was expecting a package UPS and since it would be delivered to his department could he please make sure and tell me. I could hear him smiling on the phone, he can do that and I always hear it. He said that he would indeed watch for my box and then he kept me on the phone. Chit-chatting... I found nothing odd about being able to hold a conversation with him as I hold many conversations with many people with ease. He asked about my last name, which is unique to say the least and I laughed and told him if he 'googled me' that he would only fine my name in one place, the directory for the dealership. The call ended.
part two...
Labels: History Lesson, Mr. I, My pathetic excuse for a love life
