This is part 2 of a two-part story. Part 1 can be found HERE.
The coffee cart is about 3/4ths of an avenue away from the building I work in. I walked away from the cart and as I neared the entrance to my workplace I heard someone yell, “HEY YOU! HEY LADY!”
I turned around and realized it was the guy behind me in the coffee cart line. He was running after me.
I picked up my pace, as I wanted to remain anonymous, and I rounded the corner toward my building. He then followed me.
I pulled out my keycard, and got through security, and as I waited for the elevator bank I looked back, and he pulled out his key card. “HE WORKS IN THE SAME BUILDING AS ME?!!?” I never thought of this possibility.
Just as he neared the elevator bank, the elevator arrived, and I was safe inside traveling upward before he caught up to me.
The next day, I stopped to get coffee and my coffee lady said, “The guy who was behind you yesterday, stopped by this morning and wants to meet you.”
Understanding where this was going, I said, “Um. I am not really sure if that is necessary. I sure he is a nice person, but we don’t need to meet.” And I left it at that. My coffee lady was really disappointed.
I was now on high alert walking to work. I wanted to avoid a surprise meeting.
The next day she told me he had inquired about me again. She said, “He said he works in your building, and he just wants to meet you. He wants to know who you are.”
I replied, “That’s OK. Please tell him that’s not necessary.”
Then I left on vacation for 10 days.
When I returned from vacation, the coffee woman said, “He asked about you again and really wants to meet you.”
To which I replied, “I have a husband whom I adore, and I am not looking for a relationship. I just wanted to do something nice for my fellow New Yorkers!”
After that he never inquired about me again. Dodged the awkward bullet on that one.
To avoid any potentially confusing situations this year, I am just giving a gift of money to my lovely coffee cart lady. She really deserves it, and my guess is she won’t be asking for my number.