Weirdness is all its forms

Am I in the right office? What's going on here? It's past noon and so far everyone here has been polite, friendly and downright HELPFUL! What's up with this? Am I dying and no one told me? Have I been fired??

OMG, someone just said "thank you!"

This is freaking me out.

Actually, the past 24 hours have been pretty weird. Not the tiniest of weirdness is that fact that I had a DATE!! last night! Yep, don't faint, but a guy saw me outside Wrigley Field yesterday and gave his phone number to a mutual friend and asked that I call him. (yes, we're back in high school.)

More out of curiosity than anything else, I called him. He seemed nice, but a bit rough around the edges (uses words like "ain't"). Okay, so I'm a grammar snob, sue me.

He suggested I come over to his place (he lives in the building NEXT DOOR!) I declined, but offered to go someplace for a drink. He asked if I'd eaten dinner yet, since I hadn't we agree to grab something to eat.

Of course, I didn't know what he looked like, so this could've been problematic. I peeked in the window of the white Cadillac Escalade that pulled up outside my building and he's: a few years older, but not much; dark hair and goatee; kinda teddy bear-shaped.

The restaurant he chose was closed (Sunday night), so it was up to me to pick a place. I found a tiny cafe that's hidden under a Gold Coast apartment building. It was quiet with (I hoped) decent food.

My friends know that I am never at a loss for words (to put it nicely), but this guy is positively chatty. I learned quite a bit about him, but apparently I didn't bore him because he wants to go out again tonight. He even offered to pick me up from work because he doesn't work today.

Oh, did I mention that his employer is my favorite baseball team?