So I've had a crush on this boy, we'll call him "Mick", for probably about a year now. Sometimes I'm sure that I catch him looking at me. Sometimes other people tell me they've caught him checking me out. I know him from work, but I rarely see him because he works somewhere else full-time and only fills in extra hours for us. We talk sometimes, but I think he's a little bit shy. So to overcome his shyness, the last couple months I've been practicing conversations in my head in which I casually invite him to do something with me and after he accepts, he falls madly in love with me and I finally get to run my hands over that Izod sweater that clings to his lean but muscular frame and then I....Ok, you get the idea without the rest of my fantasy playing out. Maybe I need to rename my blog to "Usually The Good Girl".....
Now mind you, I've never asked a guy out in my life. I was brought up to believe that pursuing is the man's job, bla bla bla. However, I've given up rules lately. I don't believe in having a "type" or at least I'm not limiting myself to one type. I also gave up on rules like no kissing on the first date because I break it half the time anyway. When your rules have left you single still, it's time to get rid of the rules because they're obviously not working.
Back to my story now: Tonight, I did it. I said everything out loud. I casually inquired about his plans for the evening. He had none. Turns out neither did I. Everything was exactly as I had rehearsed it in my head. I even looked really good today with my outfit a good balance of sophisticated and sexy! I asked him if he would like to go get a drink after work and he happily agreed. We decided to meet at the doors an hour later when we should both be leaving. So I finished my duties and headed for the door, expecting that he would already be waiting. He wasn't, but no big deal I'll just wait a minute and I'm sure he'll be here. I waited until everyone had left the building and then felt very foolish and a little jilted that within an hour he had already forgotten our plans. We don't have each others phone numbers so we couldn't even call or text.
I drove home in a blur of road rage, and I decided that I would send Mick an innocent facebook message since that's really the only way I can contact him. I thought I'd keep it lighthearted and not let him see my crazy/angry side just yet. As I was logging on, my roommate came home and talked me out of messaging him since it was his boo boo and he should fix it. It sounded logical, except that it could be weeks before I see him again at work and I really didn't want to just sit and wait. After all, I've been a brazen woman today. I gave up sitting and waiting and took up standing and doing. Ok, maybe I didn't change the world. Maybe I don't even like being brazen, but I'm trying new things here.
Before I could decide if I'm still being brazen or if I'm back to being subdued, he messaged me on facebook! The good news: he was waiting for me but had waited in his car outside while watching the doors. Because I waited like a loser until the security guard told me I had to go, he didn't see me and figured I got tired of waiting for him and left. The bad news: I'm not sure he knew I intended this to be a date. Of course, he apologized and felt bad for missing me tonight, but then he suggested we make a better plan next time we close together (meaning he sees us as work friends and there's no hurry for us to spend time together) or he also suggested going with another friend of ours if she closes with us too (also indicates just being work friends).
So I think I've decided I'm not going to be brazen. I'm not going to stand and do. I'll just sit and wait. Or maybe boys are just slow no matter what you do. ....TO BE CONTINUED.
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