Just remembered I never finished this story guys, so here you go.
I eventually told the bike man to slow down so I could catch a glimpse of who the mystery person was. The Car pulled up beside us and I sighted what was an impressive Honda Accord model Car. A dark complexioned guy who I had never seen before smiled at me from inside the car and was like "Hi, mind if I complete your ride with you?" I wasn't sure I understood what he meant by "completing my ride with me" (who says that? did he want to drive beside with my bike?) so I replied "But i'm already on a Bike". The guy insisted saying that there were no strings attached. He proceeded to ask me my name but I was obstinate, . I realized this fellow was going to keep following us and probing until I acquiesed. I however thought for a split second about giving him a fake name but then, would't that have been cheesy? So I told him my name.
He motioned for me to get in so I paid the bike man, got in his Car and sat down cautiously, legs clamped shut and both hands held closely together. Being the queen of awkward as always, I smiled tightly at his jokes (although funny and I love a witty sense of humor), and mumbled answers to his questions. When we got to my bustop, he asked for my phone number and the mischevious twinkle in his eyes told me he'd dial my number right there and there was no need to conjure up a fake one. I was right.
Now guys, you know what irks me about men? they are very confident in their abilities to be "sleek". This guy called me about two hours later, asked if I had gotten home safe, I expected that we'd have a proper conversation (just because I am a complete extrovert on the phone) He hung up and I didn't hear from him till after about three days. Probably observing the mandatory three days wait to "arouse a yearning or intrigue"(which by the way doesn't work) . Anyway, he then invited me for drinks at a lounge. I had a Coke and a few good laughs, he was amused at my refusal of alchohol and my taste in music.
We talked a while after that and although I enjoyed his wit, I was no match for his worldliness and level of exposure, and I was always clueless. So I eventually just stopped responding to his phone calls and abruptly cut off communication with him.
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