The Sixth Post

I enjoy the library. It's quiet. It's semi-private with people. And most of all, the Broken Arrow Library has wi-fi access...which did I mention was awesome? I'm sitting here next to the hold shelves watching the door (just in case, you never know) figuring out what to tell next. Sequentially will probably work best since that's how it all unfolded for me. I know, "think logically, Atari." Why not?

That night I picked her up at ELH became a pretty average date. We had some dinner, watched a movie, and hung out at Java Dave's for some post-movie coffee. But when I offered to take her home, she said to drop her off on the driveway (not the street, but in Rhema's complex) in front of Rhema's big auditorium (or whatever they call it -- that gargantuan building with the rotating "Faith" sign). I asked her if she was sure about that, and she said she was. So I did as she asked.

Being immensely curious about why I'd done this, I parked at the bank next door and watched her. She waited there for a little while (I guess waiting for me to be far enough away), and then crossed the street and walked past the bank to Hickory, which runs behind the ELH building. I decided not to follow her since that would be suspicious of me, and I didn't want her to know I waited. I figured she just wanted to be dropped off away from the alcoholic dad and then walk home from there without them knowing she was "out with a boy." Weird behaviour for a 23 year old, but some parents are just that strict, I suppose.

And then I realized I still didn't have her number.

One of the librarians just looked at me for awhile. She's whispering to the one next to her. Do they know me? I've been out of touch. Maybe people are searching for me, and my picture is out there. I'll have to surf the 'net later and find out if my mug is public knowledge.

It's too creepy, honestly. I think I'll need to move on for the moment.