11/16/2005

Every Bond You Break, Every Step You Take

Filed under: — Kate @ 6:10 pm EST

I’ll Be Watching You…

Okay, first, read this. Then come back here.

And now for the really messed up part:

So, today I open my office door, as I’m heading out for my coffee, and I hear some U2 music. It was coming from Moe’s office. And it was pretty loud—I could easily make out the exact song before my office door was completely open.

Now I realize that there are a lot of people in this world who like U2, so I tried not to think too much of it. But it was an old album, so it was all the more unusual. And I could tell that it was an old album (as opposed to greatest hits) because of the song he was playing.

And even though I tried to shrug it off, one word kept going through my head: bait.

So, I mustered up my courage and walked past his office looking straight ahead (but glancing sideways). He was totally watching for me, but surprisingly, he didn’t follow.

So I go get my coffee, and come back the same way.

About five minutes after I’m back in my office, my phone rings.

“Hi, uh, is there a Kate there?”

“Speaking.”

“Hi, uh, Kate, this is Moe.”

*pause*

“Oh!” I sort of spurted out. “Hello…”

“Listen, Kate, uh, can I talk with you? Can we chat?”

“Ummmm… okay, I only have two minutes.”

“So can we talk? Can we chat?”

“About what?!”

“Well I wanted to follow up on what we talked about. I wanted to see if you wanted to go out some time.”

“No, I’m sorry. That’s very nice of you, but I really can’t.”

“So you don’t have time? You are too busy?”

“Yes.”

“You are always working.”

“Yep, that’s me.”

“So you don’t have time outside of work?”

“You know, my mother-in-law is here and this just isn’t going to work, okay?”

“Well, what about after Thanksgiving?”

Fuck. I knew that would come back to bite me….

“You know, I’m sure when one thing ends, another will replace it, and I’ll be just as busy. So no, I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, sorry. Bye!”

*click*

After I hung up, I just sort of sat there stunned. I really, really hope that he leaves me alone after this.

Then I realized that to get my work number, he had to look me up in the internal directory. And to do that, he needed my full name. Now the only way he could have gotten it is from the sign by my office door. I started picturing him hovering around my door… and then something hit me.

I googled my name, and do you know what came up? The fourth hit on Google (and second relevant one) is to a U2 lyrics contest that I entered YEARS ago, when I was still dumb enough to type my full name. I had correctly guessed a song title by a couple of its lyrics.

The website still lists my full name, the title of the song, and the album it’s from. The very same album that Moe was playing loudly in his office with the door open, right before he called me today.

Try telling me that’s just a coincidence.

And now, I am maybe just a little bit freaked out.

5 Responses to “Every Bond You Break, Every Step You Take”

  1. Holz Says:

    Although I’m not trying to play devil’s advocate here, I will say that it’s not uncommon to Google someone’s name who your interested in. I once faked interest in tennis when I found out a chick I was interested in played it in college. Sadly, anyone who googles me will think I enjoy dressing up for Rennaissaince Faires. Not that anyone does… *sigh*

    Anyway, that alone isn’t that weird… the blaring of the music was a tad obvious, though, but it’s beginning to sound more and more that this guy doesn’t date much and is taking alot of advice from magazine columns on how to approach a woman.

    I think if this situation has taught us anything, its bring your coffee from home… it’s cheaper, and you won’t be put into awkward positions…

    …hmph… maybe that’s not the lesson of this situation.

  2. Stan Says:

    I think the lesson of the day is two fold. 1)Always be honest, tactfully if the situation permits. and 2) Buy a taser.

  3. Kate Says:

    bring your coffee from home…
    Yeah, but I like to get it mid-morning, like 10:30. Coffee from home would be cold by then.

    I once faked interest in tennis…
    Did you start carrying a tennis racket around and act like you played all the time? Or did you say “Tennis. I like tennis. Do you still play?” Because there is a difference.

    …taking alot of advice from magazine columns on how to approach a woman.
    What sort of magazines are these? Popular Stalking? Obsessive Illustrated? Creepy Bastard Monthly?

  4. Kate Says:

    1)Always be honest, tactfully if the situation permits.
    I’m bad at this because I don’t like to hurt feelings. So I end up telling white lies instead. Up until now, I’d been getting away with it.

    2) Buy a taser.
    Know where I can pick one up cheap?

  5. Stan Says:

    eBay?