It Continues...

Ok, so I should talk about what happened with that guy "whose name I don't know." Well, now I DO know his name, and it's Abel. Heehee, he had quite the life when he realized I didn't even know his name. He's also from Ethiopia and just moved here about a year and four months ago and we he got here, he didn't know any English. (No wonder I can't understand him at all sometimes!) Umm, the other day I met him at Target and before we left, I headed off to the candy area to get some Sour Patch Kids for the theatre since theatre food is too fucking expensive. He told me to get whatever I wanted and I replied that I had money. Well, he just put a ten dollar bill in my hand and wouldn't take it back. Yeah...when we got to the movie, he ended up paying for that too. He kept insisting that he buy me something at the theatre but I utterly refused. "I have my candy, I'm all good." I stated. While waiting for the movie to start, he asked if my bf was in Iowa and he also asked how long we had been together. I'm just happy to know that he remembers I have a bf. After the movie, he insisted that we go to McDonalds, and he bought my supper and then we went back to my place and ate it and played with the cat before I dropped him off at Target to work.

Now, some of you think he was hitting on me, but I don't. Why? Well because when I continously say no to him wanting to buy shit for me, he always says that he doesn't understand why Americans always say no when they really do want something. "I have money so why not spend it?" He asked me.

Oh well, the guy is really nice, but we don't have too much to talk about, which makes me wonder why he continues to want to hang out with me. I mean, a couple of nights ago I went to bed around midnight-ish and at 12:20 my phone rang and said Target was calling me. I figured it was him and sure enough it was. He left a voicemail saying that if I wasn't doing anything on Sunday or Monday I should call him. Last night I worked at Target and so did he and I ended up giving him a ride home. But before he went home, we just HAD to go to McDonalds. As I ordered for him and told the lady it was done, he began to laugh and yelled at the machine, "No, we're not done yet!" Yeah...so he bought me McDonalds last night. Ahhh, oh well. Free food.