The Prowl: Yes, He Just Wasn’t Into Me
Last weekend was an objective disaster. To summarize, first, my investment banking boyfriend prioritized both the Celtics and napping over seeing me. Next, one of my two visiting friends was waylaid in Boston because the boyfriend of his 17 year old sister threw her against a car and effectively beat the poor girl to a pulp. Afterward, when my evidently excessively tired boyfriend decided to sleep, alone, I turned up early at my friend's apartment; at this point it became excessively clear that a certain self-destructive coke habit was not so much a thing of the past. Finally, I am fairly certain that the investment banker really just does not like me all that much, and while not explicit, we seem to be at an impasse of sorts that I am not overly optimistic will ever be overcome. Because that was all not enough, my train back to DC was outrageously delayed and filled with every college student in the mid-Atlantic, all of whom very urgently needed to use their phones and share their very loud and profound thoughts with the entire train.
After this weekend though, the universe spoke to me. On Monday morning, I came out of my apartment to go to work, looking forward to a full day of tiresome meetings, never-ending conference calls and endless paperwork. I was already disgruntled at 8:30am ... and there he was. The Hill Staffer. Right there. Outside my apartment. Universe speaking. Magical. As an aside, it has been suggested by some that I do not know what this word means, when in fact I do as it means precisely the phenomenon I am now describing.
I asked him if he was walking in my direction, and, as luck would have it, he was. Again, I must interject something about universe speaking and magic. We chattered about weekends, and yes, I lied and said mine had been fine and filled with Easter candy and old friends and Central Park time rather than explaining the mayhem. I also learned that he is essentially my neighbor and we mutually commiserated on someone's decision to incessantly set off a certain Senator's car alarm, all night. I do not enjoy this Senator's legislative agenda either, but other people do live in this neighborhood after all. This, however, is a divergence. The important part of all of this, which was sort of reminiscent of being walked to class back in the day (the only thing missing was an offer to carry my books) is that he said that he would like to "bump into me again." Yes, now is an appropriate time for a "that's what she said" reference.
Innuendo aside, after he left me at the Metro and he went into a House Office Building, he sent an email saying he would like to make plans to see me this weekend. While he should probably hope that he is never FOIA'd as I am not sure that is an appropriate use of government email, I appreciated the sentiment. Rather than worry about the chaos that is work, the shambles of my personal relationship with my friend after last weekend, or what to do with the investment banker (likely nothing) I am simply going to have an enjoyable evening with a nice, smart, and tall (this is key) Hill Staffer. After all, how can I deny the universe? I will let you all know how it goes.