This afternoon I was in one of my absolutely favorite stores, Hobby Lobby. Everything in there is so beautiful! I love that store. That is not the point I am trying to make so I will move on. Someone I used to go to school with sometime back was also in the store, shopping for something fabulous no doubt. We began to chat and catch up on what has happened since we worked together. Then she gets this strange look in her eye and twitches her mouth to the side. I asked her if she had broccoli for lunch but she said "no". "Are you okay? Is something stuck in your teeth?" I asked her. The she really looked at me strange, and said, "No." But at least then, her face contracted to its normal shape. She continued on, "I was just thinking about this guy in my office who is separated from his wife, he is a nice guy, good job and nice income. You should give him a call." Then it was my turn to give her a strange look on my face and asked, "Why?" Throwing her hands up in the air and then letting them fall to her sides says (with another strange look on her face), "So you can meet him! Maybe you guys can go out on a date or something." I just shook my head and rolled my eyes, reluctantly responding, "Tell me more about him." Then the story began...
"I don't really know that much about him but he is in his early 40's, separated from his wife and kids but I guess he still sees them on the weekends. (She shakes her head this time she is the one rolling her eyes). He works a lot and is kind of shy, he is from India, good looking, average build..." I stop her. "What? What do mean he is from India? Were you just going to throw that in and think I wouldn't notice?" She says with her shoulders pulled up full of tension, shoulders all the way up to her earlobes, "You know, India. You have met people from India before, when we were in college together you used to study with that girl who is from India." "Yeah, I know but I never dated her or anyone else from there, or for that matter, any girl!" Together we had a brief laugh. With one eyebrow raised and her moth cocked to one side, she asked me, "Does it really matter where they are from?" "Well, no I guess not, I have met a few very nice people from India, I just never, I don't know, I just never thought about dating one." With another silly look on her face, she shakes her head and continues on.
It really must have looked like a 'meeting of the minds' standing there in Hobby Lobby making faces and hand gestures back and forth rolling our eyes at each other. So at the end of the description of the guy that she really didn't know much about, she hands me the phone number to his office. Which I stuffed in my pocked next to the half eaten now melted Snickers bar. With a quick waive of the hand to say good bye, I shook my head at myself and mumbled, "India." I continued shopping and never gave it another thought. After getting the things I did need and the things I didn't need, I went to my car, sat in the hot seat and felt the rest of the candy bar spew out of my pocket and onto the seat. Damn! Cleaning it up, the number was with it which at no further thought tossed the chocolate covered and ripped piece of paper into the trash can with what was left of the chocolate bar that wasn't sticking to my hands. Then was on my way home.
LATER... the phone rings and there is a thick Indian accent on the other side of the phone line. Quickly comes to my mind, they are calling to fix my computer, AWESOME! I have been waiting, "2-4 days a representative will contact you." The detached voice on the other phone line asks, "Is this Carrie?" "Yes." I quickly respond because I am glad to FINALLY have the program problem on my computer fixed. I start to go into the problem with the computer that I have to keep shutting it down in order to restart the program and it still runs slow and also my password is not working. After a moment of silence on the phone, I ask, "Hello? Are you still there?" The accent comes back and responds quieter then before. "No, I am calling because I received your number from my co-worker. She said you are single woman and you are free to date man now." (Please, read that sentence with a thick Indian accent in mind) All I could do is think about Abu from the Simpson's. At the end of the sentence, I expected him to ask me if I wanted a slushy with that. Then it also hit me, I probably just insulted this guy. I thought to myself, "CRAP! Now I will have to go out on a date with him because other wise, he will think I don't like people from India." Damn it! After talking to him on the phone for about 5 minutes or so, he says, (again, think of the accent!) "I would like to take you to dinner have drink with you or something and would like to make love to you that day." "EXCUSE ME? What did you say?" I asked with a piercing sound of insult firing from my voice. Then realizing he has said something wrong, he makes an even bigger mistake when he attempts to make up for the first great mistake. He says, "OH, I could pay you $50.00 or something like that." AAaaaaaaggghhhhhhh! I ended the phone call. I was soooo insulted, I can not even believe this guy could even say something like that to a person he has never even met before. My gosh, that is disgusting and completely unbelievable. To make the confusion worse, I wasn't sure if I was more insulted that he actually asked me on the phone to have sex with him the first time I met him, of if I was more insulted that he only wanted to pay me $50.00. What is the going rate? (ha ha Just kidding) I have no idea but DAMN! That takes the friggen cake! I was totally pissed when I got off the phone. Stupid JERK! I can't believe she gave him my phone number and didn't tell me or even ask me. To make matters worse, I didn't get my computer fixed and I am still waiting "2-4 days for a representative to contact me."
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