Day 6: My Day

Hahaha, oh man. Today has been great!

Here are some good moments:

- Ate cookies in Foods class. Straight out of the oven, with the chocolate chips all melty and delicious.
- Exchanged iPods with TJ and talked about our love of country music for an hour in ceramics.
- Went to an FFA meeting with Cassady. Talked about the upcoming FFA week.
- Walked in the hall with a boy I secretly think is super cute.
- Went over to Shelby's house and saw a couple LP friends. Laughed at a clock and watched Snape's Diary.

- Was hit on by some strange man at Texaco...

Let me explain that one.

After school I drove over to Texaco, I was running a bit low on gas, so I needed to fill up the ol' tank you see.

So there I was... standing by my car, pumping gas, unaware of the events that are about to occur.

Suddenly.

A man.

A man in a big white truck.

Pulls up and rolls the window down. Hair all ruffled up, sunglasses. Arm hanging out.

With an expression on his face that had "Hey pretty lady" written all over it, he opens his mouth and says, "Hey, it's nice to see a girl driving a Dodge."

Confused, my first instinct is to jump in my truck and drive away. After a few seconds of thinking it over I realize that probably isn't the best decision, so I respond.

"Oh ya!"

"I'm surprised that there isn't some horse trailer connected up to this thing!" Says the man.

"Oh not today!" *laugh*

"You ride?" *attempts to flash a seductive smile*

"Ya I do!"

"Really! What type of horses? Quarters, arabians?"

"Quarters."

"Nice! Where do you ride at?"

"Oh up the AF canyon, just trail riding!"

"Well we should go ride together sometime!"

Please don't ask for my number. Please don't ask for my number. Please don't ask for my number.

" What's your number?"

At this point I had to do some quick thinking. This man is like...25?!?! I'm just in high school for heaven's sake! But I can't reject him!!! What can I do that wouldn't be mean?! Should I just jump in my truck and drive away as fast as I can, like my original plan?? No. No. That's a bad idea.

So I look at him and smile. "...my number?"

"Here, how about I give you my number instead?"

Relieved, I say "ok!"

So I grab my phone and he gives me a series of digits.

"You better not let that number go to waste now! You better use it!"

"Haha, oh we'll see!"

"What! We'll see?! Well, the name's Michael, you better use that number! See ya."

Then the strange man in the white truck puts on his sunglasses, rolls up his window and drives away.

Not that there was anything wrong with the guy. I mean it's not like he had some sort of weird growth on his face. He was decent looking, and there's no doubt that he was confident in himself. But he was like...25....28...30? Too old for me. I'm like 18 years old, people. I was thrown off guard. But it made for a great story, and I definitely appreciated his bravery.

And so concludes the story of Hannah's day.