when you consider an existential crisis I am not sure that covers it

so odd thing~

weird.concerning yet another cryptic encounter.i am only putting it in here as —call it backstory, it was when i was in Maryland this one day I went out hiking. Well, I don’t have any idea why but this woman approached me. She just walked up to me as I was getting into my car, I was eating a protein bar and she asked me what kind it was. 

I guess I didn’t want to be rude, stuck in the door of my car— in ninety degree Fahrenheit Maryland summer weather, after a hike thirsty snd starving but ok…. She said they were camping there and she waved to her husband who was a retired police detective I think out of DC and huh but then somehow she seemed to want to know all about me. Unless it was just two curmudgeons who try to solve mysteries when they camp—who knows 

Is this odd? 

These things happen to me. Usually men but like I’ve said not always just men. What was I doing that made her want to know about me? Hiking clothes and a very boring four door car. my protein bar? But she started with, “are you local?” 

That is the wrong question for me to squirm out of.

when I got to the part of where I grew up well there we go —it gets even more weird. She tells me they had moved to the Netherlands the year I started at Bard 

I don’t know —this is something I might make up in a story but i …. 

And during this whole conversation in my head I’m asking myself “what does this woman want?” because ….it feels like there is something. I did get to meet the husband as he was packing things up, and the dog who was very friendly for a huge dog …. And I even remember saying to him, “sorry I don’t mean to steal your wife from what you guys are doing!”

But he looked straight at me dead on —yes, I saw the cop stare—

But then he cracked a sudden Clint Eastwood grin that actually chilled me as he said,

“go right ahead! It’s usually me getting into a long winded conversation, I’m enjoying this.”

as I’m still stuck inside the door 

and I’m still wondering —what does she want?

After he walked away she insisted we should keep in touch and even as she lived on the other side of that massive bridge I thought maybe a nearish friend there could come in handy.

Well. She did text me. There had been some possibility of meeting before they left but ….

To my relief it didn’t happen but ….she seems to keep popping up. Like today 

what does she want?