We met last year down South. You were an intern who got shipped down to help me out for a couple of weeks. From the start, you were an absolute trip. We worked hard and partied hard just about every night. We abused the expense account to eat at every outrageously expensive restaurant in the county. It was a fantastic time.
Even then, there was a spark between us. Remember that one night outside your door? But, I figured hitting on an intern who’s 2000 miles away from home and I’m your only boss (at least at the moment) would be a very bad idea, so I cooled things off.
Anyways, you went back up north and then went back to finish school. I stayed down South a while longer, then headed back to the main office. We stayed in touch with a few emails and phone calls, but I basically put it down as a nice “could have been”.
Well, anyhow, a year passes, you graduate, and you come to work full-time. We went out for a get-reacquainted drink. It was only supposed to be for a drink or two (remember you said beforehand you were tired?), but we ended up staying out until 3 (and on a work night, too.) We just fell right back into that nice rhythym we had last year, and the spark was still there. This kiss at the end of the night was very good too - demure, but with potential.
After that great night, I do the only intelligent thing - I ask you out. And you said yes. You have to cancel the first two times because of work, which I believe - hell, we work in the same office, and I know how the hours are. But when I called and emailed to try a third time, you never responded. I was disappointed, but I can deal. Either you decided that dating someone at work wasn’t a good idea, or I had just been reading the signals wrong all along.
So a couple of months go by. We see each other at work, and I stop by your office once and again to shoot the shit - even if you aren’t romantically interested, we definitely get along friendswise.
Then, it happened – you asked me out!! No definite day set, but you wanted to see me. Fan-freaking-tastic!!
But noooooooo. We plan for Wednesday - oops, you can’t go. We try for Friday - nope, change of plans. But “definitely sometime next week, Sua?” Sure, whatever. I’ll try to set up a day, and I just know something’s going to come up to wreck it.
::sigh::