The weirdest thing happened this morning. Around 9:30am, my cell phone rang. I was working from home and while I didn’t recognize the number, that didn’t surprise me because I expected work calls to come through on my cell, plus I’m in the middle of dealing with a flooded basement issue.
The voice was male and asked if it was “Joanna?”
I said it was, he quickly introduced himself, and while the name sounded familiar, I couldn’t quite place it. He reminded me that we met at a networking event a while back – he stumbled upon his words – and he couldn’t remember the name of the organization that connected us. He said, “I never saw you there again. You never showed up again.”
I quickly realized it was for a job finding organization – I had been asked to come and network – but I had also just quit my job and was looking for a new one, so it made sense to be there. But, a few short weeks later, I landed my current job so I didn’t need networking events anymore. Hence, I haven’t been back.
I guess he had convinced me to meet him for coffee at a fun shop in Harvard Square (a huge step up from Dunkin Donuts, let me tell you – you have to read my most recent post from Singles Warehouse if you haven’t already). He reminded me of the date. I don’t even think I realized it was a date. I think it thought it was a networking meet up.
Needless to say, we never talked again.
Until this morning, when he awkwardly called me and rambled on and on and on.
And he asked me a bunch of times if I was married. And then he said, “I hope you’re not married.”
And he told me he remembers that I was really beautiful.
He was incredibly awkward, but I felt bad. I said he should give me a call again and we could meet for a coffee. Trying to keep an open mind.