Well, today I did something that I’m wondering in my deepest heart of hearts whether I really should have done.
I’ve asked a guy at work out. As in “out” out - like on a date.
He agreed, by the way, and thought it was cute that I was embarrased about asking in the first place (it took me three weeks plus to work up the courage…) He’s been interested in me as well, so things have a chance of working out.
Why the hesitation you may ask? - it’s work. I’m having a very hard time getting over the “never fish off the company pier” thing. Plus, add to that the fact that the last serious relationship that I had started at work and ended extremely badly.
I’m nervous as hell and you have no idea just how hard it was to ask him this morning.
We haven’t actually gone out yet. Thursdays and Fridays are his weekend and with all the work we’ve all been going through as of late (we’ve just merged two TV stations) he’s been working the same 18 hour days that I have - neither of us has had a full day off in almost a month and a half.
We’ve talked a little more and it looks like this coming Thursday evening we’ll be able to go out to dinner and whatever comes afterwards.
Just for you, Krisfer, I’ll try to keep the updates coming
He had told me ahead of time that he “wasn’t interested in anything romantic.”
During dinner, I discovered that he has had some bad luck lately with having guys attracted to him that turn out to be spinless, weak and basically needy (it sounded like to me, anyway) - so I’m now starting to wonder if he was telling me that he “wasn’t looking” sort of to protect himself.
Because … dinner went very, very well. We talked about everything - and for almost four hours. We were the last ones out of the restaurant. We had a very nice and very long and very affectionate hug in the parking lot before we went our seperate ways home for the evening.
While in situations like this I tend not to get overly hopeful, I’m just not sure about this one. But we’re going out again shortly, so who knows.
