Fan, not a fan? :(

A couple of weeks ago I receive a text message from a passenger that I had taken to his home a few weeks before.  He just texted asking if I was working that night.  I said yes but not until 4:00 pm and wanted to know if he needed a ride tonight but instead he asked me to hang out after I was finished working but it was a Friday night and I would be working until about 3:00 am.  Too long of a night so I said, I was sorry but I wouldn’t be able to go out that night.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure I remembered who this gentleman was.  I asked him what his name was and it was a little unusual so you would think it would jog a memory.  It didn’t.  I really didn’t want to say that I didn’t remember him.  I pride myself in remembering a lot of my passengers.  

This gentleman would text me every once in awhile asking if I was working or if I wanted to hang out after work.  He also texted me a few times after 3:00 am asking to hang out.  Needless to say, I still gently turned him down.  I am not sure why I was so nice but that is really in my nature, I guess.  I was also trying to ask hints about who he was, it was driving me crazy not knowing who this guy was.  He never really answered my questions but seemed harmless.

So a few days ago I was again asked to hang out in the city but I was planning on spending time with my kids.  I let him know and he seemed surprised that I had a child, let alone two.  He then asked how old I was.  I of course said I was almost 50.  He asked if my daughter drove taxi in the city.  I said, no. He said he had received a business card from this cool young, white skinny taxi driver.  I said the business card was from me (he said my name) and that I was cool and white but that was about it.  I asked him if he remembered me or had looked at my facebook page but he said no.  He did ask if I remembered him and I couldn’t lie, I told him I didn’t remember who he was and I tried asking for hints but he wouldn’t give me any.  He then stopped texting me and I sent him a text saying that I enjoyed our chats and I was sorry to have him go.  

I am not sure if I should feel bad for not knowing who he was.  I really tried to remember who he was.  I love picking up the same person in the city over and over again.  It makes me feel connected to them in some strange way.  

I am not sure if I should feel guilty for “leading him on” but I was never inappropriate just polite and professional.  

I am not sure if I should feel bad for him because he wasted all that time talking to someone who wasn’t who he thought I was.

I am not sure if I should feel hurt because I wasn’t what he really wanted.  

After all is said and done.  I am still okay.  I love my life, well most of it, as it is.  I am a busy, busy mom and taxi driver.  What more could I want?

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