Eye Like You
Last year, I ended a two year relationship and I wasn’t ready for dating, but wanted to get out. I’m kind of a weird girl – I love comic books, video games, etc. I was doing my best to stop being a hermit. My sister and I used to hang with my high school biology teacher. (I know what you’re thinking – creepy, but no. No weirdness.) We’ve been friends for years. We worked in the bookstore there together during the school year and summers We developed a great rapport and I see him as an uncle figure now. He’s into much of the same nerdy hobbies as me and my sister is way into bio-ecology, so, they have a lot in common too. We live in different cities, so mainly we just keep in touch via email or Facebook.
A couple weeks before Halloween, he heard about this haunted house. I love Halloween and love getting scared. So, my sister and I were in. The ‘haunted woods’ was about 1.5 hours away and we were supposed to meet for dinner beforehand. I texted my sister the day we were supposed to go…and she flaked. Ugh. I shook it off and thought, “So what? We have a lot in common and we’ve been friends for so long. This won’t be weird…”
Totally weird. We tried to salvage conversation, but recent comics and PSP games only take you so far. Then, he didn’t let me pay for my dinner. Even weirder. We took his brand new hybrid to the haunted house. Immediately upon arrival, I insisted on paying. He accepted. Better. We took a hayride and that’s when I realized, it was mostly kids and their parents. A G-rated haunting? I was under the impression it was to be ‘piss your pants’ scary!
We got through the lame haunting and on the hayride back, he got something in his eye. Apparently it scratched his cornea. We got to the car and he couldn’t see with that eye…so he asked me to drive. I have a weird phobia of driving other people’s cars, but I didn’t have an option, really. We made the drive and I offered to take him to the ER. He declined, but requested that I drop him off at his house and pick up my car there.
We got to his place and I went in just for a second to make sure he was going to be ok. That’s when I saw his place and found that he’s the male version of a crazy cat lady. Cluttered house with five cats (smelled like piss) and I have never seen so many figurines and medieval weaponry in my life (and that is saying something). As much as I appreciate those things, it was beyond obsession. I attempted my adieu at a run, but he caught me with an awkward hug saying ‘we should do this again…’
He Facebooked me that his eye was ok, but now I only hang out with him when a group is guaranteed to be present.