"You ever been with a black guy?" -Mover

The bulk of my belongings are officially out of the Chelsea dollhouse and now are on their way to a storage unit in the Bronx until Monday, when moving resumes.

While I've been horribly ill I packed up everything, went to Home Depot several times to buy boxes, and did everything by myself pre-move. I have such a respect for people who move frequently.

So today the movers come and there is three of them. A tall black guy, a shorter one, and then an Eastern European guy named Ivan. The tall one starts putting on music (Jimi Hendrix) while the others get stuff to move everything. So TG (tall guy) starts having me fill out paperwork and what not.

TG: I'm gonna guess you're 22.
Me: Nope, 20.
TG: (voice deepens) Well you're a very mature twenty year old.
Me: Thanks...?

Then as the packing begins he stays in the apartment while the other two come in and out. And he starts asking me all these questions where are you from? Where are you moving to? What kind of music do you like? Where's your husband at?

Me: Husband? I don't have a husband.
TG: Really?
Me: I'm way too young to have a husband...
TG:Tell me why a lady like yourself doesn't have a man to confide in, to depend on.
Me: Um...I don't need one.
TG: Mmm.

So he's trying to talk to me, and I"m thinking like please please just keep moving.

TG: You don't drink or smoke?
Me: Nope.
TG: How do you get high?
Me: I'm just high on life.
TG: Oh, au natural. That's cool. You're a good girl. Can you come help me wrap this couch?

We ended up having to wrap the couch and the bed, requiring us to be extremely close together. Which was uncomfortable.

TG: So you ever been with a black guy?
Me: No...
TG: Now why is that?
Me: I just haven't.
TG: So there hasn't been one who knew exactly how to approach you.
Me: We'll go with that.

I retreat to the kitchen and later Tonya (landlord's daughter) comes in and he says to me after she leaves "She's pretty sexy." And then later under his breath "You're pretty sexy too." Gross. And "You're eyes are so beautiful. They tell a story." Say what? I respond with a "whatever." And he was like "Why you gotta be like that? You know Caitlin, when two people like each other, you can feel it, there's an attraction. You know what I'm saying?"

Me: Yeah, I know how that works.
TG: So you feelin' it?
Me: Feeling what?
TG: The attraction between us.
Me: No.
TG: You know I've been setting this up the whole time? Asking if you ever been with a black guy, to get my courage up, and then I had you come all close to me - I could've had one of my guys do that. I've been trying to get you smile and laugh, but you won't.
Me: You're like 39.
TG: You know it's happened before, older men can be with younger women.
Me: At a certain point it becomes too much, nineteen years is too much.
TG: But I don't look it.
Me: No...
TG: So what are the odds you'll call me?
Me: Not gonna happen.
TG: Well...I appreciate your honesty. I won't call you, because I'll let you take the initiative.

I'm still sick and I looked terrible. I'm in running shorts, t-shirt, and my hair is up in this wacky pony tail. That was so ridiculous.