Date 08 - Dr Phil’ish
The Scene: Street parking across from the High Museum.
The Attire: Muhammed Ali t-shirt, leather jacket, Donna von Furstenberg flowy floor-length skirt, and black boots highlighted in gold.
The Meeting: Waiting in my car, which was parked two blocks up from the High Museum, charging my phone while waiting for my mentee to arrive so we could enter the museum. I saw a gentleman pass by in my peripheral vision as I was scrolled through Instagram while simultaneously charging my phone. He passed and double-backed, tapped on my passenger window, and says through my rolled-up window, “This is random, but you are pretty as hell. Can we go out this weekend?”
The Environment: I was waiting in my car for my mentee to arrive from his brunch engagement, and I needed to charge my phone.
When this man tapped on my tinted window, I immediately thought, “Is he going to ask me for money? But then I took inventory and thought, he is too clean-cut and carrying too many things to be homeless. He had a backpack that appeared nice and organized and a few additional items I could not quite make out. I rolled down my window slightly, and the conversation ensued.
I told him I didn't think I could go out that night because I had a full agenda, but I would take his number and text him. "Are you really," he questioned, and I responded affirmatively.
Our text conversation as transcribed directly from my phone:
I ultimately found out he was full of empty air, and the time together was lackluster. During my encounter with Dr. Phil’ish, I was not comfortable when in his company and realized I spent more time plotting my exit than being present. I appreciated my willingness to try but listened to my intuition and gracefully departed.
Note to Self: You never know when someone is looking or checking you out.
Shout Out to Men: If you don’t shoot your shot, you will never know what’s possible?
Question: Why does random, at times, feel weird?
