"Claire!"
My ears prick up at my name. I am walking from the MARTA station to my office and halfway through one of the tunnels between two buildings (the kind that go over the street) when I hear someone call my name. Who would be calling my name this far from the office? Maybe it's one of the people I work with who ride MARTA.
Anyone who knows my name can't be a stranger.
I turn around to face the person who has called my name. ...And I do not recognize this person. He is about my height, mid forties, African-American, bespectacled. I've definitely never seen him before. But how could he know my name?
Maybe I met him around the office. Maybe someone directed him to one of the interns because he needed help on a project.
I put on my polite face.
He says hi, and allows his business card to do the introduction. He talks to me about working in the building, asks me about my job, what I am doing, what I am studying etc. It dawns on me that the only way he could have known my name is if he had read it off my ID badge.
As the topics get more personal, I realize this is not a business transaction. And then as he walks with me through the lobby towards the elevators, my suspicions are confirmed.
It's happened again! Sometimes people have a "type" that they date/are attracted to...but what if a type has you?
I did not get this kind of creeper attention before...
My ears prick up at my name. I am walking from the MARTA station to my office and halfway through one of the tunnels between two buildings (the kind that go over the street) when I hear someone call my name. Who would be calling my name this far from the office? Maybe it's one of the people I work with who ride MARTA.
Anyone who knows my name can't be a stranger.
I turn around to face the person who has called my name. ...And I do not recognize this person. He is about my height, mid forties, African-American, bespectacled. I've definitely never seen him before. But how could he know my name?
Maybe I met him around the office. Maybe someone directed him to one of the interns because he needed help on a project.
I put on my polite face.
He says hi, and allows his business card to do the introduction. He talks to me about working in the building, asks me about my job, what I am doing, what I am studying etc. It dawns on me that the only way he could have known my name is if he had read it off my ID badge.
As the topics get more personal, I realize this is not a business transaction. And then as he walks with me through the lobby towards the elevators, my suspicions are confirmed.
"So, what are your lunch plans?"I told him it was my last week of work and burrowed myself through people deep into the back of the elevator.
It's happened again! Sometimes people have a "type" that they date/are attracted to...but what if a type has you?
I did not get this kind of creeper attention before...
- I got a job, and
- I got my hair cut.
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