(Putting under a spoiler since PL, but hopefully entertains.)
Got off work, had to kill time waiting for the bus. There's a tiny air-conditioned pub across the street. My clock-out time is erratic so I go in for like 15-30 mins and have a club soda any time I need to wait around for transit.
A chill regular is there, we say hi. He's chatting with a heavily tattooed Mike Ness looking dude I've never seen.
I mind my own business, but Mike Ness Guy seems like a normal dude. He complains to Chill Regular about being perpetually single and wonders aloud how to meet women. He also tells a story of being tossed out of a bar in Mexico for "making the women nervous" and he's like "idk I guess it was the tattoos?" At this point I know that can't be right, but dude seems calm and nice and normal. He's like "idk what it is! Idk what it is! I can't meet women! The women I meet are nuts or married, and I don't want to mess with that." Chill Regular is like "idk man I'm married 20 years." Ness asks me, and I say "you're asking the wrong person, I'm married too. But you won't meet your wife in a bar. I met my husband at church. Go to church" lol. But I do chat with the two of them for 5 mins and sympathize w/him about how difficult it must be.
Anyway I go to leave and I wave bye to Chill Regular and tell Mike Ness "I will pray for you, my friend." Some weird switch gets flipped in Mike Ness guy. He's like "oh! Oh come give me a kiss before you go!" And I'm like ... and give him the Christian side-hug lol
Then on my way out the door this dumb motherfucker he asks me for my number. I try to laugh it off like "haha don't be crazy" but he persists. I'm like "ok well bye!"
And then he FOLLOWS ME OUTSIDE and asks again. I say more firmly, no, I am not going to give you my number. He goes, "come on, you're making me look bad here." I tell him (while walking toward my job) that I am married and I do not give out my number to strange men in bars. He continues to follow me, asking why not? Why not? ALL THE WAY TO MY JOB.
I walk into work, he follows me in. I walk into the back, and out the back door to catch my bus. It was at that point that I wondered "holy shit is Sander like this lol?? Judging by his social media and how insufferably extra he is about everything, I bet he is."
Oh but it gets better! Apparently dude waited at the counter for 10 minutes....
....THEN CAME BACK LATER. He came back later and asked if I was "back there." My buddy told him no. He then asked (no shit) "are there any other girls back there who would talk to me?" Buddy told him to take a hike.
I'm almost certain that Sander, mister nice guy, gosh why am I single, but also I am weird and obsessive and terminally online, is behaving somewhat like this with women.