OK, this is getting ridiculous. I do not live in Stars Hollow, for fuck sake. I live in Minneapolis, a city that, according to Wikipedia, covers over 58 square miles and houses close to 400,000 people. Add in the rest of the surrounding metro area and the population swells to nearly three million. Within that metro area are no fewer than 35 separate Target stores. All of this means that the likelihood of me running into anyone I know while doing my weekly shopping should be remarkably slim. The likelihood of me running into any of the mere handful of people I really don't want to run into should be even slimmer. And yet, in my life, apparently Target is Doose's Market. Lucky me.
Remember my near-miss with a former meMarmony match at a Target store back in December? Well, it happened again. Different Target store, different guy, but just as awkward in my mind. Today I crossed paths with the off-center soul patch guy you may remember as David McLikeshimself. This time I inadvertently made eye contact before I realized who he was... and then was promptly blocked and detained by a palett-dragging Target employee before I could make a swift and prompt getaway. As an added bonus, I was sporting the unshowered greasy ponytail look yet again, just as I was last time this happened. I could run into these guys when I'm out at an event and in "looking-good" mode, but no. The universe clearly has more humbling plans than that in store for me.
Luckily, either Soul Patch didn't actually notice and recognize me or he had just as little interest in chatting as I did, because he kept on walking down the aisle. Mild crisis averted yet again, I suppose. The universe likes messing with me, but only to a minor degree, it seems.
I haven't done the math lately, but I remain confident that the number of men I have dated in the Twin Cities still remains well under 30 or 40. I really shouldn't have to consider moving just to put myself in a new dating pool (or to avoid further awkward encounters), should I?
Or, even worse, I shouldn't have to start shopping at Wal-Mart instead, right? (Given that solution, moving may actually be the better plan, I think.)