When I Least Expected It....

With it being the new year, I have several resolutions that I have made for myself. I will not bore you with the list of things I have planned for myself but I will tell you that part of the list is very challenging and there's a possibility that even though I'm working towards my goals, I may not accomplish all of my resolutions this year.
I recently read an article that if you make New Year's Resolutions that you'll be happier even if you are not successful in reaching those goals. Why? Because you are working towards bettering yourself and that makes for more happiness as you are working towards a goal of self improvement.

I wouldn't call it a goal or resolution but I have decided that this is the year I need to stop being a chicken shit and get serious about dating and falling in love again. Yes, you heard it right. Those of you who think I've gone to play for the lesbian side can relax. I'm going to get serious about finding a man for the first time in very close to 4 years. Yes, it's been a long time and a wonderful journey but I feel that I've done enough self-improvement and self-enlightenment that I might actually be emotionally healthy enough to find a healthy relationship. SCORE!

Usually when I feel like I'm ready then the whole task seems daunting and I give up. Frankly, dating isn't really that fun when you're in your 30's.....or maybe it's just your attitude towards it.

They say you meet the right one for you when you're least expecting it. Can that even mean in the laundry room of an apartment building? Perhaps.
Tonight I was switching laundry out and trying to get my laundry finished before going out with friends tonight. Let me tell you that I wasn't looking my best. I had at least fixed and straightened my hair and showered but I had on my running pants and a Dave Matthews concert t-shirt and no make-up. It's not uncommon when I'm doing laundry for someone to come through the laundry area, as it's a throughway for the building to get outside. I almost always greet whomever comes through there. Not only because I try to be friendly but also because I want them to know that I know they are there behind me and I like to get a look at who it is. It just makes me feel safer.

To continue my story, a very large (tall and stocky) man came through there tonight. I said my usual "Hello" and he started talking to me. Well my hearing isn't that great anymore and he had his back to me while walking outside and talking the entire time. Since I didn't understand anything he said I didn't reply. I also didn't have my glasses on so I didn't get a good look at his face. I can tell you his stature, his build, what he had on, what his back looked like and his voice sounded like but other than that he was a complete mystery to me.

Fast forward 30 minutes. I'm getting ready to pull the loads out of the dryer and put more in the washer. In my basket I found a note, from this guy sitting on top of my bucket of OxyClean. On the outside it said, "Read This". On the inside was a very nice note from him and his phone number asking me to call him.

Now I've been around the block a few times but this is the most interesting pick-up I'd have to say I've ever had done to me. It's flattering and anxiety producing all at the same time. I want to call him because I'm curious, but that aire of mystery is kind of fun. My other reservation is that I "think" that perhaps he was visiting a neighbor of mine who has always been very nice to me but is a bit shady and just came back from a nice 2 month vacation in the county jail for burglary. Now if they are friends, I'm not very inclined to want to give him a chance just because of the "guilty by association" clause of my life.

I haven't decided yet if I'll call him. I kind of feel like I should because he took the time to write the note and if I had done something like that I think I'd like the person to call me too. I could always use the "I'm not available" clause and let him believe that I'm seeing someone even though I never really said I did.

*shrug*

If nothing else it was a nice ego boost to see that someone would find me attractive in my Saturday's worst!!

What do you think? Should I or shouldn't I call?