Was I hit on?

Damn, I had an interaction with a guy the other day and it wasn’t until later on that it dawned on me, he just might have been hitting on me. Pathetic that I didn’t realize it, huh? Or maybe I’m misreading the conversation at this point?

I never have really been in the dating world. J and I dated from our freshman year in high school and then married the November after graduation. So I missed the whole high school dating scene and certainly never was in it in college since I was an old married woman with a job in college. And even now after the divorce, I have piddled with some first dates but nothing has come out of them.

So a few months ago, some neighborhood hoodlums broke WT’s window in his truck. I called the police and they got confessions out of the boys. They said they would reimburse me for the cost of the window. A bunch of delays later and a few missed connections with the detective in charge of the case (who knew our little town had a detective, that must be a boring job) and I was ready to give up ever seeing the money.

The other day, WT & I were getting ready to go to Dallas for an overnight trip to see my sister and WT told me there was an officer at the door. He had part of my money and wanted to give it to me in person since the check wasn’t made out to anyone in particular. We stood outside and chatted for a few minutes. First the man is tall. Granted I’m short at 5’2″ but this man was majorly tall, like over 6’6″. We talked about my magnolia tree that we were standing under and at one point he asked how long I had been divorced. I told him a couple of years and he said congratulations.

I don’t know if he is married or not. I am not the kind who is looking for a wedding ring on every guy I talk to. And I can’t think of a good reason to contact him that isn’t just weird or stalkerish. I do have his name and phone number though. Hmmm.