AAHHHHHH
Man, I'm an idiot. So I was just puttering in my kitchen and a few minutes ago I got a knock at my door. A baseball-capped, bearded fellow stood there. It took me a second, and then I placed him - he was one of the guys who'd helped fix my window earlier this week.
He said, without preamble, Hi, I was wonderin' if you'd like t' go to th' Mexican restaurant sometime?
The first thing that came to my mind to say was, Oh, I'm sorry, but I've got a boyfriend, and I don't know what he'd think about that.
He said something along the lines of, Oh, that's ok, and turned to walk away, when I leaned out the door and smiled and stuck my hand out - I'm Sarah, by the way.
I'm Charlie, he said. I'm their oldest son.
Their. Their. Their. The neighbors. My landlady and her family. The landlady's son!!!! My brain started misfiring. Did I really just turn down the landlady's son?
Before he left he told me if I ever needed anything to come see him, he lives downstairs in my building. I put on my best gracious face and told him I would, and that I sure appreciate your stoppin' by.
Now.
1. I don't technically have a boyfriend. (yet?)
2. I could have at least gone to dinner as friends.
3. I do need to meet people in Ontario.
4. Dude is my landlady's son.
Then again,
1. Even impeccable manners to not require one to consent to a date with a stranger who knocks on one's door and invites one out without even an introduction.
2. Just because one is for serious NOT USED TO BEING IN DEMAND BY THE BOYS does not mean one needs to say yes to just anyone.
3. I have a sneaking feeling he's not my type.
And, really,
1. After the dudes fixed my window earlier this week, I came downstairs to get some junk outta my car, and he was outside the landlady's house, and offered to give me a hand. I said that I was fine, my box wasn't heavy, and he said, you sure? Perhaps I should have known this might be coming.