Old Man Eddy

Tonight's blog I will deem Old Man Eddy, because for the past two nights he has creeped me the fuck out.  I believe it was last weekend or so when he hovered around the handoff plane with those dreary eyes of his and said, "Evelynn, do you like baseball?"  I'm like, "yea, I go to some Sox games with my boyfriend."

Unaffected, he asks, "If I get tickets, would you come?" in a casual manner. Confused, I stammer, "What, to a Cubs game?" And he says, "Yea."

I'm thinking, not enough information, so I say, "Is it like, a group thing?" and he just says, "No, with me...Here, gimme your number," edging back up to the plane where we hand off drinks.


I swear man, don't put me in this awkward position. And, damn you have some nerve. Because you're like 50+ yrs old and you've known me since I started here back when I was 18.  And now you've just gone and made things weird by being inappropriate, which lets me down again.  In the past, you had even tried to counsel me on what route to take in school during one of my lunch breaks.  Buuut now you've reassured me that you view me as an object of sex rather than a pleasant acquaintance.


So now, I just feel awkward and uncomfortable because yesterday, (a week after prior incident) you came up to buy a tea and quickly asked if I had given you the wrong number. Phone in hand, you reviewed the number aloud and I confirmed it, but then you repeated, "847, not 773?" and I said, "Yea, 8-4-7." Jesus fucking christ. And then you followed me from the register, past the pastry case, and up to the safe where I was organizing the breakfast sandwiches and you were scrolling through a screen of texts between my so-called-number and yourself.  It was then I realized you'd heard the last digit wrong, as a 2 instead of a zero. But I told you that and said, "that wasn't me," and continued my work.  But still, you hovered, reading the newspaper at the stand just three feet from the safe, like a creep. And THEN you asked me something about Spain and Portugal or some country and soccer.  Like, "did you watch the game?" And I knew where you were headed and quickly said, "No, I don't like soccer."

I guess some might say I shouldn't have given him my number to begin with. And I think so too. But at the time, it was easier because I was caught off guard, in which case my natural reaction was to ease the awkwardness at own my expense.  I just figured I'd give him the number and if he texted I would tell him that I wasn't interested or that I felt weird about texting him in general.

So what I learned is I just need to suck it up and say no the next time this happens. Set boundaries. The healthy thing to do is set boundaries.  But since many of my relationships haven't been healthy, things go on all right until something like this happens and I whirl around the circle again, wondering whether I should smile at male customers at all.