Alright, so I'm officially creeped out.
Please, feel free to give your opinion on this subject.
So, this guy named Aaron randomly calls me on Sunday night (at 11pm, of all times), claiming that I met him at bed bath & beyond, and that he wants to get to know me better. He starts talking to me like I might actually remember him (at which point I asked who he was and stated that I didn't remember him at all and had no idea who he was.) After which he proceeds to laugh as if it's some sort of absent-minded moment and I'll at some point remember this random guy. He proceeded to tell me he thought I was "kind of cute and that's not all" and that he wanted to get to know me better (at this point me thinks he could quite possibly be thinking of something beyond friendship, though he didn't state otherwise). Alright..... so, I'm officially creeped out because I've got no idea how, of all things, he got my cell phone number.
So he calls me back tonight, and I ask him how he got my number, and what he bought when he "met" me (I thought perhaps I could remember him based on what he told me). He told me he bought some pink bath rugs, which I vaguely remember (he is black, I can tell from his voice, which was also kind of helpful in trying to figure out who this guy was, given we really don't get that many black men buying pink bath rugs in Brookfield), but I don't recall having much of a conversation with the guy who bought them. He claims that I gave him my number (which, might I mention, I've never given out my cell phone number to a customer, unless somehow I did it in some sort of non-concious stupor. Sure, I've been kind of out of it at work before, but never to the point where I would be dumb enough to give out my number to some random guy and not remember it). This leads me to think that perhaps someone I work with gave him my number. But, to my recollection, I've only given out my cell phone number to maybe 5 people (tops) at my work, my work (besides those couple people) doesn't even have my cell phone number (given I didn't have it when I applied there and don't intend to give them it so they can call me any old time they need someone extra), not only that, but they aren't even allowed to give out contact information to people. Also, of those 5 or so people I've given my number to, none of them have been the "hey, this is my cell phone number, give me a call sometime so we can hang out (and get to know my number, as one might if they were going to call someone on a semi-frequent basis)." With that said, with the institution of cell phones, who even memorizes numbers anymore? Furthermore, why would I give out my number to some random guy when I've got a boyfriend who I love a lot and I really have no desire to cheat on (honestly, it's one of the worst things I think you can do to a person). Yea. So I'm officially very creeped out. Creeped out in a my-heart-beats-faster-holy-crap-this-guy-is-stalker-ish kind of way.
So, what do you think?
So, this guy named Aaron randomly calls me on Sunday night (at 11pm, of all times), claiming that I met him at bed bath & beyond, and that he wants to get to know me better. He starts talking to me like I might actually remember him (at which point I asked who he was and stated that I didn't remember him at all and had no idea who he was.) After which he proceeds to laugh as if it's some sort of absent-minded moment and I'll at some point remember this random guy. He proceeded to tell me he thought I was "kind of cute and that's not all" and that he wanted to get to know me better (at this point me thinks he could quite possibly be thinking of something beyond friendship, though he didn't state otherwise). Alright..... so, I'm officially creeped out because I've got no idea how, of all things, he got my cell phone number.
So he calls me back tonight, and I ask him how he got my number, and what he bought when he "met" me (I thought perhaps I could remember him based on what he told me). He told me he bought some pink bath rugs, which I vaguely remember (he is black, I can tell from his voice, which was also kind of helpful in trying to figure out who this guy was, given we really don't get that many black men buying pink bath rugs in Brookfield), but I don't recall having much of a conversation with the guy who bought them. He claims that I gave him my number (which, might I mention, I've never given out my cell phone number to a customer, unless somehow I did it in some sort of non-concious stupor. Sure, I've been kind of out of it at work before, but never to the point where I would be dumb enough to give out my number to some random guy and not remember it). This leads me to think that perhaps someone I work with gave him my number. But, to my recollection, I've only given out my cell phone number to maybe 5 people (tops) at my work, my work (besides those couple people) doesn't even have my cell phone number (given I didn't have it when I applied there and don't intend to give them it so they can call me any old time they need someone extra), not only that, but they aren't even allowed to give out contact information to people. Also, of those 5 or so people I've given my number to, none of them have been the "hey, this is my cell phone number, give me a call sometime so we can hang out (and get to know my number, as one might if they were going to call someone on a semi-frequent basis)." With that said, with the institution of cell phones, who even memorizes numbers anymore? Furthermore, why would I give out my number to some random guy when I've got a boyfriend who I love a lot and I really have no desire to cheat on (honestly, it's one of the worst things I think you can do to a person). Yea. So I'm officially very creeped out. Creeped out in a my-heart-beats-faster-holy-crap-this-guy-is-stalker-ish kind of way.
So, what do you think?