Honestly, I'm kind of proud of myself.
Obviously, I have liked this José fellow for a while now. I know this, you know this, and I'm sure half of the people at work who don't know me but have seen my shameless flirting know this. Especially, he should know this. Seriously. But it never went anywhere! I didn't understand! I assumed he was just simply brain damaged. (Which is fine, since a case of the smarts isn't necessarily on my requirement list right now. There's been a long drought in this desert, y'all, and I am not in the position to be denying any rain, ok?)
I decided that I was going to have to take charge and do something I had never had the balls to do in my life, ever: be the one to straight up, tell a boy that I like him. (Yes, I am a grown woman. Don't judge me. Middle school has left me scarred for life.) I had been working up the courage for past week or so, but finally got it out (thank God for text message) on Christmas Eve. It went a little like this:
Oh damn, I am so smooth.
My heart was pounding, my knees were weak, so OF COURSE, homeboy had to take his sweet ass time replying. And when he finally did, his response was "How long has this been going on?"
See that nice save with my ego, there?
WHAT. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? I pretty much figured. UM, NO. I DIDN'T FIGURE. WE SAW TRON:LEGACY LAST WEEK. EVEN THOUGH YOU SAW IT THE NIGHT IT CAME OUT, YOU WENT AGAIN, WITH ME, AND YOU PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER DURING THE MOVIE. WHEN I TOLD YOU I HADN'T SEEN THE FIRST ONE, YOU --STRAIGHT UP-- INVITED YOURSELF OVER TO MY HOUSE SO THAT WE COULD WATCH IT BEFORE THE SEQUEL. (Plans didn't work out that way, but it's the thought that counts.) TRYING TO COME OVER TO MY HOUSE OBVIOUSLY EQUALS WANTING TO GET IN MY PANTS. BECAUSE REALLY, WHY WOULDN'T YOU? I AM THREE YEARS OLDER, TOTALLY HILARIOUS, AND PRETTY DAMN CUTE. YOU PLAY A LOT WoW AND ALWAYS TALK ABOUT HOW YOU MISS HAVING A GIRLFRIEND. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?
Ha. Who knows? See that reaction, there? That is shock. He had NO IDEA. I know he's socially awkward and all, but God damn. If you can't pick up on the social cues that peeps be putting out that could get you laid, maybe you should get that shit tested. In the mean time, I am
Weirdly, this whole situation has left him being more "friendly" with me than before. Out of this mess, my crazy ass smells a CHALLENGE. Mwah ha ha. We always want what we can't have, right?
I decided that I was going to have to take charge and do something I had never had the balls to do in my life, ever: be the one to straight up, tell a boy that I like him. (Yes, I am a grown woman. Don't judge me. Middle school has left me scarred for life.) I had been working up the courage for past week or so, but finally got it out (thank God for text message) on Christmas Eve. It went a little like this:
Oh damn, I am so smooth.
My heart was pounding, my knees were weak, so OF COURSE, homeboy had to take his sweet ass time replying. And when he finally did, his response was "How long has this been going on?"
See that nice save with my ego, there?
WHAT. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? I pretty much figured. UM, NO. I DIDN'T FIGURE. WE SAW TRON:LEGACY LAST WEEK. EVEN THOUGH YOU SAW IT THE NIGHT IT CAME OUT, YOU WENT AGAIN, WITH ME, AND YOU PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER DURING THE MOVIE. WHEN I TOLD YOU I HADN'T SEEN THE FIRST ONE, YOU --STRAIGHT UP-- INVITED YOURSELF OVER TO MY HOUSE SO THAT WE COULD WATCH IT BEFORE THE SEQUEL. (Plans didn't work out that way, but it's the thought that counts.) TRYING TO COME OVER TO MY HOUSE OBVIOUSLY EQUALS WANTING TO GET IN MY PANTS. BECAUSE REALLY, WHY WOULDN'T YOU? I AM THREE YEARS OLDER, TOTALLY HILARIOUS, AND PRETTY DAMN CUTE. YOU PLAY A LOT WoW AND ALWAYS TALK ABOUT HOW YOU MISS HAVING A GIRLFRIEND. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?
Ha. Who knows? See that reaction, there? That is shock. He had NO IDEA. I know he's socially awkward and all, but God damn. If you can't pick up on the social cues that peeps be putting out that could get you laid, maybe you should get that shit tested. In the mean time, I am
Weirdly, this whole situation has left him being more "friendly" with me than before. Out of this mess, my crazy ass smells a CHALLENGE. Mwah ha ha. We always want what we can't have, right?