Encounter of a Chloe Kind

I have never really been approached romantically by a complete stranger until the other day. Throwing the ball for my rambunctious, young lab has become a ritual of mine since having moved into an apartment. Randomly, a girl ran by one day and my dog ran along side her. I was annoyed by this. She jogged by not once, but twice, adding to the annoyance. Nothing was said, but sorry, and I went about my day. Three weeks later, I'm at the same location throwing the ball, yet again, and now a car is coming down the dead end area. It's the jogger from before. She positions her car too far forward and is now awkwardly leaning forward to talk to me. I thought it was someone needing directions and was annoyed, but then she says, "I've been wanting to meet you." I was taken back by this comment--how bold is that?! I didn't say much to this since it was 7:45 in the morning and I was dressed by a hobo (actually that's a slap to hobos-- I was dressed worse). She then went on to say her name...I told her mine and then she said she had to go to work. The next Saturday a similar experience. I have started to vary the times I now go to throw the ball. I don't like the idea of someone being able to creep on me. Due to the randomness of this exchange, I had to write about it.