Floyd & Scooby

 Another classic "Emily-let's-make-it-awkward" situation.  

I was working the SDSU volleyball games this past Friday and Saturday.  One of my grad assistant job's is to help with the promotions during the event.  At volleyball I get the lovely job of throwing out t-shirts, lining of contestants, and basically helping out with whatever is needed.  My place of stationary is standing on the floor by the fans on the northwest corner.  Well on Friday I noticed this fairly large black man sitting there.  I really didn't care because I wasn't there to make a buddy.  However, this guy was looking me up and down like I was a piece of meet.  Fantastic!  I ignored it.  After I had tossed some t-shirts into the stands... actually it was more like me throwing a rocket at someone's head because I am out-of-control... the guy made a comment.  Wonderful! 

 

He asked me the basics - name, year in school, job, age, and teased me about my throwing.  I found out that his name is Floyd.  Then he asked what I was doing that night.  I told him the truth.  I was going to study because I had homework and like to stay on top of things.  He didn't believe me that I would study on Friday.  I told him to think whatever he wanted.  I left it as that on Friday.

Fast-Forward....

Saturday came around and Floyd was there again - special!  And he had a friend!  His friend was sporting a stocking cap that was suppose to have Scooby-Doo eyes and a t-shirt of the Doo... imagine one similar to what a 5 year old kid would wear.  Anyways, Floyd again started talking to me.  Again I talked because 1.) I didn't have any option because I was standing in the corner.  2.) Volleyball gets boring sometimes.

After a while he asked again what I was doing that night.  Again I told him I was going to study.  He said that he did not believe me and asked if I was going downtown.  I told him looks are deceiving and I am not the partying girl.  His response was "GURL, I BET YOU ARE A CRAZY PARTYING GURL."  By now I was so flustered I just looked him in the face and said "No I am a nerd.  I have a locker at the library."  At that I took five steps away and couldn't make eye contact (I couldn't leave that darn northwest corner!). 

When Floyd was leaving he told me to remember where his office was and to come see him ANYTIME.  I just nodded and said "oh yeah, I know where that is..."  But really Floyd I am not going to the Union basement to hang out in your office with you or Scooby-Doo friend.  Nor do I want to party with you or Scooby-Doo that involve Scooby Snacks.  Ask yourself what you could tell your kids....