Have you ever been on a stakeout? Have you ever waited inconspicuously in a parking lot for somebody to get off work so you could follow him home? It’s quite envigorating.
On Friday night, The Mormon, Katie and Duckie, Monica, and I gathered at Lisa’s house to watch old videos of Lisa’s from high school and from now. Mostly, we watched our stalking video from last year. And it was every bit as hilarious as we’d imagined it to be.
Sometime while watching the video and agreeing on how much we missed our stalking adventures, we decided to have one that night. I took The Mormon back to my house, where his car was. (On the way there, he said, “I learned a lot about you tonight, Ginny.” “Really? Like what?” I said. “I’m not sure yet; I’m going to have to take this all home and process it.” Then he kissed me.)
So we got out at my house, he told me to be safe, and I went inside, not expecting to find my parents both still awake at…I think it was then 11:30. But there they were. They wanted to know where I was going. I lied. I’m not proud of it, but I did. I told them we were likely going to Monica’s to watch more videos. And then I went to wait for them, as they were to pick me up, in the driveway, so they couldn’t come in and tell a different story.
As I waited in the driveway, a car pulled up and stopped in front of my house. It was not Lisa and Monica, however; it was some guy in his 40s. The light was on inside his car, and his window was down, and he was just sitting there, staring into space. So I went close enough to his car to be able to call to him, but keeping my distance just the same.
“Can I help you?” I called.
There was no answer. The guy continued to sit, staring between me and…some random point in space. He looked like he may have been out of his mind. I backed up ever so slightly.
“Are you lost?” I said.
Still no answer. More of the creepy staring. He definitely looked lost.
“Do you need directions to someplace?” I said.
More creepy staring. I was very creeped out. But that feeling did not compare to how I felt after what happened next.
He turned towards me, stared at my face, and said, in a low voice, “Do you know Ginny?”
What crossed my mind here was that something paranormal was taking place. Perhaps I was being abducted by aliens. Maybe I was suddenly in another dimension where I did not exist, but this man was a dimension-hopper or something who had heard of me before. Possibly he was sent to deliver a message to me from the future. This is how my mind works.
But before too many seconds had passed, I did have the presence of mind to remember that there is a young girl down the street named Ginny, for whom I have babysat before, and that this man, who suddenly looks slightly familiar, might actually be her father.
So I said, “Well…I know her, but not very well.”
Again, he stared into space, still looking lost. It eventually came out that Ginny (the other Ginny) was not at home and that he had been driving around looking for her. I said I hadn’t seen anything, but I would of course let them know if I did.
“And what is your name?” he said.
He looked lost again momentarily.
“I’m Ginny…[Brother]’s sister,” I said.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, before saying thanks and driving home.
A few minutes later, Monica and Lisa liberated me from my Driveway of Creepy Lost People, and we headed to Ruby Tuesday.
Although The Bad Date gave up and hasn’t called in many months, I feel no reserves about making him the subject of a stalking venture, because…well, you remember.
We arrived at Ruby Tuesday, which was closing at midnight, at about midnight, which meant we had somewhere between thirty minutes and an hour to wait. During this time, we watched what may have been a drug deal, or at least, what might have been, if those two guys hadn’t been painfully aware of us driving around awkwardly and staring at them. They stared at us right back, pointing and obviously talking about us. Both sides were very confused as to the motives of the other.
His car was there; we recognized it and the license plate. And we had the perfect stakeout position at the gas station next door. First of all, there is no exit from Ruby Tuesday, which meant he would have to drive through the gas station. But there was a row of shrubbery between the restaurant and the Gate, with one small opening, directly between his car and our spot. So we had a clear view, but he did not. And besides that, we had a completely different car this time (Monica was driving), and as it had been several months, he likely was not expecting to be followed again.
After about forty-five minutes, he appeared at his car, and the excitement really began.
I shall post Part 2 later.