Is it weird pheromones or something?

[vvvexation]

The guy who does yardwork for my co-tenant just knocked on the front door to tell me the dome light in my car was on. I thanked him for telling me, and went out to turn it off -- and he followed me out there and kept talking. Told me he'd been wanting to meet me for a long time but my neighbor had said not to bother me (which I guess means he'd jumped at this excuse to talk to me), told me his name and flat-out asked for mine when I didn't spontaneously offer it (I fucking hate that). And finally flat-out asked me out, in almost as direct terms as one can without mentioning the word "date."

This based on about two minutes' conversation and, what, six months of mystery? And if he has seen as much of my clutter as I think he might've seen through my windows, I'd think that would be more of a turnoff than anything. I guess maybe the "mysterious recluse" thing has some kind of princess-in-a-tower allure...?

But jeez, I dunno, man.


(Meanwhile, the aforementioned dome light is also behaving oddly; it should've turned itself off last night and I don't know why it didn't. I'm waiting till I'm sure he's gone, though, before I go back out to check if my battery is dead.)