Today I thought I’d share a funny story from my first semester of college. I found “pop filler guy” one of the first days I attended DMACC and thought I’d joke with him, being the sarcastic brat that I am. He was filling Mt. Dew, which everyone knows is my favorite, so I asked, “Hey, since I’m around while you’re filling that I get a free pop, right?” To which he replied, “Since I’m here while you’re eating your sandwich, does that mean I get one?” Touchè pop filler guy, touché. For those wondering if I got a free Mt. Dew, I did.
Since that moment when we’d see each other on Campus we would say hi and occasionally talk for a moment. It seemed like the polite thing to do, no? Sometimes when we were talking, while he’d be stacking crates or putting pop into the machine he’d casually take a Mt. Dew and toss it to me, in which case I was always grateful. When talking about him to others I’d joke around and say we were friends, even though we’d just say hi and he’d give me Mt. Dew. I thought it was a lovely companionship!
When we had time to talk, we’d discuss all sorts of things, including his two daughters, which I saw pictures of. I told him about my degree and what I enjoyed doing. We’d joke and laugh and then I’d have to leave for my next class.
One day, towards the end of the semester, when stepping outside of Monte’s office, my favorite professor; I talked to him often, we ran into the pop filler guy. He shared that he was getting a new job filling up pop at gas stations instead of the Campus, so next semester he wouldn’t be around. We were both sad he’d be leaving, but happy for the promotion. That’s when things got a little, for lack of a better word, weird. In short, this slightly overweight, balding man about thirty, with two small children, ASKED ME OUT. No, I am not kidding. He said he’d miss us talking and wanted to still hang out. He asked if I’d be cool with going out to lunch and a movie with him! I said that wouldn’t be possible. In his exact words, “I don’t want to step on any boyfriend’s toes, but…” Yes, that got said to me. He asked for my number so we could text, to which I replied I don’t text; to which he responded with, “Then I guess I’ll just have to call to to get that beautiful smile on your face!” I literally…I just can’t.
I told him I was trying to focus on school and boyfriend’s never work out. He had an argument for every excuse I thought of! I then told him I had to go, and when I thought I saw him the next day, I ducked behind a bunch of cars and a dumpster in order to avoid him.
When I finally told this story to my parents and a few others, they said, “Abbigayle, for one, you’re just too cute for your own good! Also, remember that when you think you’re just being kind to a guy, to them it’s an “Oh! She likes me!” I guess I learned a life lesson, no? I’m still embarrassed when this story gets told, but I have to admit, it is sort of hilarious. It will be a good one to pass onto future generations, aha.
Have you ever experienced any awkward dating encounters in college? How did you deal with them?