Two weekends ago, this random stranger gets in the elevator with me and exchanges a few words about the weather. We never introduce ourselves, but that doesn’t stop him from telling me that I’d get along great with his friend James, who likes to party a lot. Then he asks if I party. I reply No, I’m too old. This should be a conversation ender.
But no, he keeps going, saying how I should come and meet James. Again, my spidey senses are going off and visions of a Lifetime movie flash through my head. How could a total stranger know what or who I’d like? It makes me very edgy. The doors open on his floor and he’s like you should come meet James. I was like no I have to get home.
What type of crazy are they renting to in my building? What guy asks a girl he doesn’t know back to their apartment to meet his “friend” and then acts like she’s weird when she says no? At this point, I’m thinking of taking the stairs for a while.