If you have read this blog for any length of time, you know my track record with men. It blows. I pick the wrong ones every single time, but each time, it does get a little better. Baby steps people. I had a crush last fall/winter that worked in my building. He is terribly shy but from time to time we would both be outside. One of those times I was in my Halloween getup. . .
I actually kind of like the outfit because it fits my personality to a T. And before you think naughty thoughts, I was Mary Katherine Gallagher, the klutzy, goofy character on SNL.
Well, after much prodding and basically shaming me since I was almost to full stalker alert trying to figure out who my crush was, etc., I emailed him. Look, two shy people aren’t going to do well chatting it up when it comes to seeing if both are single and interested.
I asked him out for a drink but he while he said he would like to, he had a girlfriend. It took a few hours for my coworkers to convince me to crawl back out from underneath my desk. We traded emails a few times that day and the next but in one of his emails he said he dug the outfit from Halloween. He had happened to see me do my “Super Star” pose and was smiling.
Other women might woo their men with their sexiness, me? I reel them in with my goofiness. So I chalked it up to at least I tried and then I had to move. . .
A couple of weeks ago Amy texted me all excited, seems my long forgotten crush is now single. After more prodding from Stacey and the reality of the chances of having to come face to face with him and turn bright red should he reject me again, I finally emailed him.
And while we talked a lot about golf, I kind of joked about going for a drink when I was in town but knew that he was taken, so oh well (can’t act that needy and ready to pounce). He said that he and the girlfriend had broken up two months ago. And yes, he would like to go and have a drink with me. I was very nice, stating that I was sorry that things had ended, because, well, that is what I do. He emails me back with an Aww, you’re sorry? I thought you wanted to go and have a drink with me.
Busted. So I guess now I have to figure out when and where and email him. This makes me all kinds of nervous. It is that whole, we need to get to know each other first before we really dive in kind of thing. I thought to break the ice I could just wear my outfit but somehow, I think that I would look a bit out of place in a bar with that outfit on.
At least my hair is growing back out, I can keep it in my face to hide my nervousness. That’s my thing, I can’t help it. I can even hear my mom telling me to push it out of my face.
Oh and mom, since you now know about this blog, ignore this one, okay? For me? Because there is nothing worse than having an epic fail and then having to answer to your mom, even when you are 36 years old.
I am hoping that the Queen has some thoughts on this or even my Nashville friends. I am going to be a bundle of nerves. And as I emailed Stacey, things would be much easier if I just took him to their place, let them do the once over and then tell me whether to make an effort or not. Seems her hubby has better radar than either of us.
And if he owns jhorts? I am out of there. I don’t care that I have crushed on him this long, I can’t deal with that.