I don’t claim to be a perfect person. I am not good looking. I don’t think well on my feet. I’m not athletic.

So to suddenly have a bunch of people talking to me on this blog — even if some of them think I’m doing something like that LonelyGirl15 thing on YouTube a while ago — makes me want to seem to be more successful than I really am.

For example, it made me want to act like I had gotten a date, when in reality things didn’t go as well. Anyway, now I’m trying to tell the truth.

After Richard and people on this blog got me all psyched up to talk to Jane, I marched straight over to her office (she used to be in a cubicle but she moved when I did). I had a few butterflies in my stomach, but I wasn’t even close to feeling nauseous. Not yet, anyway. Full of confidence that in retrospect bordered on arrogance, I opened her door and had this conversation:

Me: Hi Jane!

Jane: Oh, hi Harlan.

Me: How’s it going?

Jane: I’m fine.

Me: Have you been playing any online poker lately?

Jane: Harlan, did you take one of my plants?

I don’t think simple dialogue can convey what happened next. I literally heard blood pounding in my ears. I should have just walked away or maybe denied it, but instead I got defensive, and the conversation went downhill fast.

I asked who told her about the plant, and she wouldn’t tell me, so I got a little angry, which made me stutter. I knew I should leave, but I had walked into the room with a film in my head of how the conversation should go and I kept trying to steer back to it.

After a minute or two (I can’t really say, maybe it was a lot more, maybe a lot less) of me trying to explain myself, Jane told me she didn’t want me to talk to her unless it was work-related.

I asked why and she said she didn’t like the way I looked at her. And then she said, and I quote: "You creep me out.” I headed straight for the bathroom and sat down next to a toilet for I don’t know how long.

Just like in this blog, I told Richard I have a date with Jane. It’s easier to confess to lying to a bunch of people you don’t know and have never seen, so I still haven’t told him the truth.

Anyway, I think I can safely cross Jane off my list of potential soulmates.

I’m home now. I’ve had something to eat — I went to my favorite drive through place, Steak ‘n Shake — and I’m going try to watch a movie and hopefully forget all this ever happened. Maybe I’ll watch the whole LOTR trilogy in a row. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, and since I doubt I’ll be able to sleep, maybe tonight’s the night to do it.

Isolation score: 9.9