Alien Guy

I literally ran away from this one. I walked out of the bar, said "see ya," jumped into my car and left him standing in the parking lot with his palms up--"what?" He followed me home. Here's why: He claims the US government uses movies to transmit secret messages to the populace. Here's another reason why: He says the ancient Egyptians built an atomic bomb that caused the continents to split. Here's yet another reason why: He insists there's no evidence that slavery existed in America. After the first shocking revelation, I put down my drink before I choked, let out a hearty "HA!," looked at him and realized HE WASN'T JOKING. He was completely normal up to this point. More than normal: cute, funny, obviously digging me. We went to play pool, he gave me some pointers, we flirted, brushed up against each other, I smelled good, he had a nice smile, yadda, yadda.

Three hours later, I'm in my driveway talking to him, trying to convince this nut that I wasn't crazy. "What, are you crazy? You just left without saying nothing?" Geez, I thought I said good-bye. Guess not. What got into me? "Listen, you call me. I mean, you shouldn't wig out after just 1 conversation. You don't know me." Yeah, but that was some conversation, though, wasn't it? "I'm not in some weird cult or anything. You don't have to agree with me." Good thing, buddy. Let him think I'm wacky. I think that's a compliment in this instance. Went inside. Jumped into bed, pulled covers over head, shaking with a mixture of hopeless mirth and utter disbelief. UPDATE! While writing this he calls me! He REALLY wants to see me again. I wasn't the first one to have this reaction (gee, really?). He never said he was normal. True. He thinks I might be a little werd myself. True again. So anyway, we're going out again this weekend.