First–the bizarre news.
Today I wore a dress. Its not a very interesting dress–just something I wore bc it was easier than trying to coordinate an outfit. Its not black or slinky. Its just normal.
I walked into work and passed by the break room, catching my office crush out of the corner of my eye. Let me remind you of my office crush–hes not very tall, but hes hot. Built in that skateboarder way. Nice arms. Has a fucking hot tattoo on one of his arms. Little bit of a rockstar edge. We have run into each other — sometimes coincidental, sometimes not–for about a yr now. And its always pretty sexually charged. I know he knows whats up. And vice versa.
Lately, we’ve been running into each other a lot. And we have actually said hi to one another. But nothing more than that.
So today, I walked by the breakroom, saw him, and thought, hmmm…I should go get my milk now while he’s there. I walk in and he’s scoping out the snack machine. I ignore him as I usually do and he actually turns around to strike up a conversation. Now I cannot tell you how many times we have been in this exact situation, but have never said a word to the other. And now all of a sudden he is talking to me? Like full sentences????
We continue making small talk. And then I get some water from the water cooler–which is right next to the coffee machine in this little nook. We both head over there and he leans down beside me and says, “That’s a nice dress you’re wearing.” I have to say that once again, I was totally taken aback. So much so that I had to ask him to repeat what he said, “What’s that?” And again, “I just wanted to say thats a really nice dress.”
okay, what?!?!
First time he ever talks to me and its to tell me “nice dress?”
So I get all flustered and mutter thanks. He tells me to have a nice morning, but Im still so flustered that I can barely utter the word, “later” to him.
Man I dont know what the hell is in the water these days, but I swear to God Im on fire. What the hell. I spend a year in near solitary confinement and then bingo bango I have the world at my feet? What the…
Thing is, I love him as my office crush. It makes work exciting. Outside of the office…I dunno…maybe he’d just be good to make out with…
ok, yes I did say that.
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other news:
*we found C’s coast guard boy toy on friendster. She emailed him. Game on, my friends.
*next thursday we are supposed to go out and meet a bunch of supposedly hot guys–they are C’s friend’s bf’s baseball team or whatever. Sweet.
*Pothead actually had the nerve to back out of our plans tomorrow. Yesterday, I sent him a very brief email asking him to pick a time and place to meet, as we have been emailing back and forth for days about how we will meet on Thurs, but w/no def plans. I was in the middle of meeting a deadline, so i squeaked out a very short and sweet email. Then he emails me back saying, “I don’t want to be a jerk, but if you don’t have time to meet me, then thats not really my thing.” Uh, did i say I didnt have time? I just said I’m busy. Geez. Then he closes with, “Please say hi sometime.” Uh, I thought I was saying hi. Now its time to say bye…
*date w/Dolby tonight–ice skating. I also gave him a short email saying Id meet him blah blah, but he never wrote back to confirm. whatever, Ill go there and if hes not there, then consider it over. Actually, I want to have *the talk* w/him tonight. I want to tell him that I want to be honest w/him and let him know that I am having fun dating but thats all I want. I dont see being tied down to one person for a really long time. Which, I guess is kind of a weak argument bc i guess if it were the right person, I would settle down, but then again, I think that at this point in life, Im just not ready to have bf material. I want to strike the iron while its hot, so to speak.
*which leads me to Beaker. God, Beaker either has mad game or hes just an aloof person. I cannot figure him out. He never really gives me a lot to go on in email, but in person–our conversations are amazing. Amazing to the point that he frightens me bc i can see potential in him. Its just that…Im not done w/this whole dating thing just yet. Hence my dilemma. How do you really date someone “casually?” After about 10 dates, won’t it stop being casual?
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I need to stop thinking about boys…but its so much more fun than work…and anyways, WW21D and CT05 and all that stuff.
As C and I discussed on the way to work–Saturday changed everything. We are back. Finally. Took us like 7 years, but we are back.
