Unintentional Date

I just had one of the strangest lunch situations that I've ever had. I'll try to give some backstory, but it's hard to explain, so bear with me.

Yesterday, a coworker of mine knocked on the door of my lab. He's a Biomed engineer, which means he fixes all the important machines in the hospital, so we'll call him Handy Man. Handy Man says he wants to ask me a favor. Apparently his colleague, Mr. Fix It is in the army and is being deployed to Iraq shortly. Mr. Fix It has mentioned that he finds me attractive and so Handy Man thinks it would be high-larious if we set up a mock-date for lunch. Handy Man says that he and Mr. Fix It play jokes on each other all the time, and it would be great if I wouldn't mind going to lunch with them to help pull-off this joke before Mr. Fix It goes to war. He promises that there will be nothing weird or real-datey about it, and I make sure he knows that I have a man in my life. He's says it's all good. So, being the guilt-ridden Nice Girl that I am, I say okay.

So today I went on the "joke lunch datey sorta thingy" with Handy Man and Mr. Fix It. The problem is, I feel like the joke is on me. I don't know if Mr. Fix It got the joke. I don't know if he knew it was a joke. I'm not even sure there was a joke there in the first place. I'm not sure Mr. Fix It has any idea that I'm not actually interested in dating my coworkers (unless it's the really cute EMT in the ER) and that I am, in fact, already dating someone. It felt like a weird first date, but a menage a trois first date. Like I was supposed to be playing "get to know you" with both of them. I've never been so confused in my life. If Handy Man had just approached me and said, "hey, wanna go out to lunch with me and Mr. Fix It?" I would have been happy to do so. The fact that he made it some strange, covert action, that had no payoff obvious or otherwise, is what's bothering me. I'll ignore it, and play it cool and friendly, but I can't help but feel I'm being messed with for some reason. WEIRD.

As a sidenote: I was scrolling through some emails and looking at the "matches" that Match.com sends me (they're hardly ever anyone I'd actually be interested in, I'm really burning out on Match), and I am horrified to see another coworker among my "matches". Not only is it someone else I work with, but it's The Breather, a smarmy respiratory tech who asks me (and every other able bodied female employee) out a least twice a week. If he spots my profile and mentions it to me, or WORSE, contacts me - I'm fairly sure that I will actually keel over from excessive mortification. A girl can handle only so much.

Lyrics of the Day
"Everybody's working for the weekend. Everybody wants a little romance." Loverboy Working for the Weekend