Just a little bit racist

The guy who asked me to coffee is Arab--or possibly Persian--he's taking Arabic (different dialect than what he speaks) but the point is he's not from around here.  Or maybe he is.  With the exception of the Native Americans, I guess we're all not from around here.  I started thinking in the space between the invitation and when we actually plan to have this coffee and that is never a good thing.  This is why I hate making plans; space for things to change, time to create expectations that will be dashed, time to become increasingly spastic.  I'm not nervous really but I just wonder what his story his and why he just asked me to coffee like that.  It was so matter of fact the way he asked me, I wonder if it might be something other than what it appears to be.  I mean who does that anymore?  Just asks a girl out for coffee in a public place like a perfect gentleman?  I've only ever seen it like that in a movie.  Weirdo.

I (naturally) considered that he might be interested in me and then I wondered all sorts of ignorant things; does he already have a family overseas and looking for another wife? will he find my dress offensive?  will he consider my liberal use of curse words when driving (or whenever) disgusting?  is he a part of a sleeper cell?  would he have a sense of humor about that last question?  am I going to have to be on the DL about Jesus and stuff?  Yes, I know he asked me to coffee but I just don't understand why.  I've seen him maybe two times and before Monday, the most I had talked to him was in the elevator when he asked if there was parking in the building.  45 seconds tops.  Weird, weird, weird.  Guys are weird.

I'm really showing my (racist, ignorant) ass here reader(s) and I know it.  I thought back to a conversation I had with a guy in college who didn't believe in interracial dating and I remembered how disgusted I was with his nonsense rhetoric yet here I am before even sitting down to have a conversation with this guy being a complete idiot.  I thought I was open minded to the point of actively seeking someone different but turns out, it's way easier when you don't have to bridge a cultural gap.  It's also way easier when you don't get 2 days to think about something.  To his credit, he was on point today waiting around for me so he could confirm a day for us to get coffee.  I was willing to leave it up to chance but he was having none of that.  It was cute.  He seemed a little nervous.  Tomorrow I hope to get a sense of who he is and whether there will be anything beyond coffee followed by a couple of weeks of awkwardness in the breakroom after he bails or I bail.

When I wasn't being just a little bit racist, I thought about his kind eyes and wondered if it was possible this could be completely lovely.  Then I freaked out some more because I wasn't sure if the made up relationship in my head was worth the freedom I would be ceding to it.  Yea, he would do well to not get tangled up in this mess but he is also presumably single so wonder what his deal is.  Does he think I'm a rap video girl? Is he just looking for a girl with good birthing hips?  Is he just a player? Is he an idiot like me?  More to come....wish us luck. Or just wish him luck.