The Stranger

Oh wow. I was sure that I was being punked…

Last Sunday, I took J to see Iron Man 3 at Alamo (it was great. Go see it). Afterwards, she treated me to coffee at Genuine Joe’s Coffee on Anderson. We walked inside, and there was this guy standing at the counter, just staring at us. And not in a “I am going to casually glance your way and then look away quickly” kind of way; no, this was a full up and down and then stare into my eyes to make sure that I knew he was checking me out. He looked like a younger version of Will Schue on Glee, except that his hair was not as similar to a Chia Pet. As we walked up to the counter, he smiled widely, and then walked over to sit with some people. I just looked at J, smiled, and we took our drinks outside.

J and I must have been sitting there and gossiping for an hour or so, when she asked, “Isn’t that the guy that was checking you out inside?” I tried to do the casual look over the shoulder to see (that never works, by the way). He caught me looking, smiled, and WALKED OVER TO THE TABLE, PULLED THE EXTRA CHAIR OUT, AND SAT DOWN.

Okay, if this happens to you all of the time, congratulations. This has never happened to me. Ever. I’ve had guys approach me at a club or a bar, sure, but to be so bold as to seat yourself at a table where two women are obviously chatting with each other and not looking for a hookup is… rather appealing.

“How are you ladies doing?”

I looked at J, sure that at any moment she was going to start laughing. There was no way this guy would just come and sit down with us. She answered him.

“Fine. How about you?”
“Oh good, just finishing up a Spanish class. What are you two up to today?”

So now I answered.

“Not much. Went to see the new Iron Man, now we’re just gossiping over our coffee.”
“I didn’t even realize the new Iron Man was out yet. I’m not much into movies.”

Okay, you’ve lost my undying love, not because I am such an Iron Man fan, but you’re not into movies? Who even says that out loud? Okay, so I ask what he is doing for the rest of the afternoon, and that’s when…

“Actually, I’m on my way to a swing dance class. Would you ladies like to join me?”

What? Did you really just ask us out? Like, two girls, at once, you just asked out? Without knowing our names, ages, whether we are psycho killers?

I demurred, as B had been sick, and I needed to get back to her. J passed, as she was still in the early stages of seeing someone, and she wasn’t ready to juggle. But this guy was all good with it. He sat there talking with us for a couple of more minutes when J blurted out, “So do you usually talk to total stranger girls without giving your name?”

Our guy laughs, ask me if my friend is always so impatient, and I said, “Sometimes, although she’s usually more patient than I am. I gotta say though – I don’t think I want to know your name. I think I’ll call you The Stranger. It goes with the whole mysterious vibe you’ve got going on.”

The Stranger smiled, nodded approvingly, and stayed there talking with us for another 15 minutes. Around 4, he announced that he had to head over to the dance class, asked us again if we wanted to come with, and then said goodbye. No names were exchanged, no numbers, nothing. It was pure and simple flirting, and was truly the highlight of my day (well besides the movie and hanging out with J. So it ranked in the Top 3).

I did have to ask J afterwards if she was punking me. “Did you actually know that guy?”
“NO!! I swear to you, that has never happened to me before. That was so weird!”
“Weird?!? That was so cool!!”

Thus endeth the tale of The Stranger. Wherever he is, he goes there boldly and without restraint. God bless him!

– Finch

3 thoughts on “The Stranger

  1. I tend to think of songs when I read, see, or think about whatever it may be. As I was reading your post, this is the first song that popped into by head. You see, I’m a geezer and that’s just how we roll.

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