The last seven days have been interesting. Last weekend, I was hanging out with friends. There was one girl (Sarah) who I’ve liked for years. I had asked her out years ago, but she turned me down. I occasionally made off-hand comments indicating that I was still interested, but not to the point of awkwardness. Well, last weekend, she suddenly grabbed me and started kissing me. It was very unexpected. She said that it’s been building up for a long time. Great. Like I said, I’ve liked her for years. She came home with me that night (not that anything happened). The next morning, she sheepishly admitted that she had a date that night with another guy she’s been seeing.
I talked to her on Sunday about making plans for the this weekend. She said she wasn’t going to do anything on Good Friday. Um – she doesn’t have plans yet, or she’s not going to make plans because it’s “Good Friday”? She says she’s not going to make plans. Hmmm. I had no idea she was so religious. Being an atheist and dating is hard when the majority of people believe in God. I’ll have to think about this situation, and avoid the subject of religion for the time-being. I guess that explains why she’s still a virgin at 29 years old (at least, that’s what I’ve heard from our mutual friends).
Yesterday, I brought a shirt to a local tailor. A short Greek woman with a heavy accent. She owns a tiny little shop that’s easy to overlook between other businesses. I walk in and she’s smoking a cigarette. I had to smile – as of a few years ago, there is a city-wide ban on smoking in businesses. I assume she’s simply ignoring the ban. She takes my shirt, and we discuss modifying it. She’s a foot shorter than me, in her sixties, and round. She asks me if I bought the shirt on sale in a tone that says, “all clothes these days are overpriced, so I’d better answer yes”. I’m in my thirties, but I stammer around and say something about buying the shirt a while ago and I don’t remember. Of course, that’s a lie. I remember exactly how much I bought it for less than a month ago, and it wasn’t on sale. Somehow, it felt like less of a lie than “yeah, I bought it on sale”. I hate lying, and I’m bad at it. Now I know what it feels like to have a mother from the Old World. I can’t help but smile at the roles we’ve fallen into. She tells me to come back on Friday. “You’re open on Good Friday?” I ask, just making sure since this is obviously a one-person business. She says she’s Greek Orthodox – Easter isn’t for another month, she says with a wink. (Huh. I had no idea the Greek Orthodox had a different calendar.)
Tonight, I’m at a local coffeeshop when suddenly, I see Sarah walk in. There was a brief moment of confusion that happens whenever you see someone in a totally different place than you’d expect. She lives in the suburbs. I live downtown – at least 15 miles away. Sarah’s with a guy. Hmm. On “Good Friday”? I smile and look at her. It takes her a good half a minute to notice me. Not going out on Friday, huh? Maybe she’s not as religious as she said. And isn’t lying a sin? She occasionally looks over to me, trying to avoid tipping off the guy. I can’t figure out exactly what she’s thinking, but my expression is a mixture of “strange seeing you here” and an amused “I think you’ve just been busted going out on ‘Good Friday'”. They get their drinks and quickly leave. Of course, I knew she was seeing some other guy, so that isn’t completely a surprise, but going out on “Good Friday” when she said she wasn’t going to? Heh. At best, maybe he talked her into going out on Friday, since I was seeing her on Saturday. (I’m still skeptical that she was being completely honest, but there was really no reason for her to lie, since she had already told me about him.) Seeing her in the coffeeshop was a bizarre coincidence, though. There were thousands of places she could’ve gone, but she ended up in the coffeeshop where I was. In all the years I’ve known her, I’ve never run into her unexpectedly. But, it happens on the very night she’s out with some other guy, on the night when she says she’s not going out. I’ll have to give her crap about this tomorrow.