We could've had something real

There was a security guard in my office building who I'm pretty sure had a little crush on me. I say pretty sure because he was always overly-friendly and would in fact be staring at the elevator whenever I got out. (This creeped me out for awhile when I realized that there are cameras in the elevator, because he had to turn all the way around to be looking at the doors when they opened, but I got used to it.) Lately he had felt the need to offer to come with me to my car if I was carrying a large box or if it was late at night, even after I insisted it was unnecessary. And once about 2 weeks ago I took the elevator to my car, and as I walked out of the elevator vestibule and got halfway to my car I turned around and could see him peering out of the vestibule watching--because he'd taken the other elevator up to watch me leave. It was weird, but mostly harmless, and I didn't really care all that much. He seemed pretty non-threatening with his Sancho Panza mustache and affable ways.

On Friday, as I was leaving and said goodnight and have a good weekend like I always did, he decided to tell me how much he had enjoyed working in our building. You see, he was leaving and it was his last day. I became a little concerned he was going to try and make a move now that our love was no longer forbidden by the rules of security not dating those they protect, but luckily he just left it at a handshake. A little part of my ego wants to believe that he swore at that moment not to wash that hand for days. But then I start to get mental images of him sniffing his hand and it quickly creeps me the hell out again.