I decided to go ahead and text him since I felt the initial attraction.
If you were in his shoes,when would you want me to text you?The same day,next day?
Don’t play games. If you are interested, hit the keyboard.
And keep us deformed. This is better than cable!
Welcome back. And I lost a buck!
I identified mucho with this post. Rinse, repeat. A lot of self reflection.
Thanks for chiming in M.Bigfoot.
It does make a statement of the current state of life. Not saying it is good or bad. But, it is an interesting comment/observation.
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And yes, Chevy Cobalt probably wouldn’t specifically have met Marylnshephards through any of these other routes. But he knows absolutely nothing about her, other than what she looks like and that she goes jogging, so really, it shouldn’t be that great of a loss for him.
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Yeah, there’s no chance there might be a special connection between these two interchangeable components. If you want a girl, just go to the girl store! They’re all the same anyway.
My advice: Proceed with caution. Meet him in a public place. And tell someone when and where you’re going. I don’t think you need to be hyper-paranoid necessarily, but don’t make dumb decisions that may cause you to end up in trouble if he does turn up to be a dangerous creep.
Was it you? 
How much special connection can you feel with someone that you were driving by? Really, please explain to me if I’m missing something. He knows absolutely nothing about her, other than what she looks like and that she goes running. If anything, it feels like someone who drives by women and gives them their number just sees women as objects and doesn’t care about personality.
If she did stop her to get directions or some other information, and they talked for 1 minute, I could understand if he felt some connection and gave her his phone number. But he hasn’t even talked to her before he stops her to give her his phone number. It’s not even like what you see in movies, where two people look across a crowded room and have a moment. He just stopped her out of nowhere.
Also, there are many women you’ll see or meet in your life that it would be a bad idea to ask out. Like your doctor, or barista, or the beautiful woman you see walking back to her car alone late at night, or a woman you see in an intense serious conversation with a crying friend at a restaurant, or any number of other women. You might feel a connection with them, but you can’t ask them out, and it’s a bummer, but that’s how life is. It’s not saying that all women are interchangeable, it’s just that sometimes you can’t change what circumstances are.
You’re right. Don’t use a Cobalt, this is a much better option. 
What you’re missing is that everyone is a stranger until you start talking to them. The question isn’t “how do you know there is a special connection?” It’s “how do you know there’s NOT a special connection?”
Hold up–where are you getting that the OP is female? Nothing in it–nothing–makes me think the OP is female. It reads just as plausibly as a 40-year-old, slightly overwight, sweaty-ass man out jogging. My guess is that he’s beginning to show male pattern baldness and was wearing an old “Co-ed naked volleyball” shirt from his college days that he really had no business wearing back in the nineties, much less now.
Which brings us to your conclusion that the driver found the OP attractive. How are you getting that from the OP? Probably he just wanted to buy the shirt.
No, go to the meeting place WITH a male friend. Split up long before you get there and just have your friend “watch”. Have a predetermined hand signal for “help me get out of this!”. If the hand signal is given, the friend just happens by and escorts you to his home, not yours( preventing the creep from following you to your home).
Why is this creepy? He saw a person he thought attractive, and proposed future communication. I guess he could have sent his footman with flowers and a note to their mutual hostess after meeting her at a ball, or sent her a drink, or just hoped she swiped right, but his method was really non-threatening.
He didn’t ask for her contact information, he had his information ready so she wouldn’t have to wait, and he approached her when she was exhibiting strength and confidence.
Maybe unexpected, but no creepier than most approaches.
Probably from the screen name.
Personally, I’m following Left Hand’s lead. I’ll be picturing the OP as a 40 year old fat guy from now on. The story is much funnier that way.
I’m sensing the Cobalt will return to the narrative. Maybe with that panting, sweaty theme.
This exchange suggests a woman:
If Marlynshepherd was a straightforward man, he would probably have correct the gender here. I would expect, anyway.
If he was that guy in the boiler room wearing a torn tank-top that does not quite make it over his belly, he would of course take the well-chewed cigar from his mouth and type just what is there. The second “i” is not capitalized because the cigar in his hand made him miss the shift key, and his aging Ubuntu notebook with the dents and greasy stains on it does not have auto-correct.
Great post/username combo.
Your first clue should be that he’s driving a Chevy Cobalt. Not a well thought out purchase by a guy.