Where to start? The beginning seems best. My three week portion of my training program at work just ended. All guys except for two ladies, both late twenties. Both were really quiet the first week, but after one of them commandeered my seat, and I was later forced to move away from the really creepy guy, things changed. The girl that took my seat (we’ll call her Sue, it’s short) informed me that she would be using my seat from then on. This kind of ticked me off because it put me next to the creepy guy and gave me a poor view of the Powerpoints. The next day I relocated and ended up sitting next to Sue.
She had been really, really quiet the first week, and it was unusual to hear her talk when she told me she was assuming my seat. Anyways, she started becoming more social with the group as a whole, and the flirtations between her and the guys began. The guys that made their intentions known as it were, were as follows: a guy that isn’t much to look at, but could talk a nun into sex, a kinda geeky married guy with three kids, a 19 year old guy with a good sense of humor, and a guy right around her age who is attractive (I guess, being a hetero male I’m not the best judge, but I’d bet on it) and had the presence of a Steve McQueen/Vince Vaughn hybrid. Notice I did not include myself in there. I second guess myself enough when there’s no competition, let alone when there’s a horse race going on.
We all had access to webmail in class, and much goofing off occured. She was like a hub for that, talking to all of the above mentioned, plus the other girl, and just whispering to me. In my favor, I did manage to make her laugh uncontrollably on numerous occasions, if you saw the situation we were in and the people that were in there, you’d know that the jokes were just laid out on the table, fodder galore. So, she’s emailing everyone all the time, and she often asks me to look at the emails from other people. I’m right next to her, and she types in bold, so it’s almost hard to not notice what she’s typing and reading. She was fully aware that I was able to, and was, reading what she was typing and reading at times. She would sometimes ask “did you read that, that was hilarious” right after opening an email.
At some point she casually mentions “Most people are surprised when I tell them I’m black.” I sure was. I might have guessed Italian, maybe, but she showed no outward features of a black girl. Her Dad is black, and her mom is Irish. Why mention this? Well, because she made it crystal clear in her sexually suggestive emails to McQueen/Vaughn, that she only dates and uh, “has relations” with black dudes (her words). I basically assumed the role of the comic relief, as I’m wont to do, and figured that the slick guy, the young guy, or the cool guy would have the best shot with her. BTW, everyone else was pretty much Caucasian in the class. So, she made it clear to me that she’d never been with a white guy, and was not likely to. I’m a white guy BTW.
Fast forward to Friday, the day of our last assessment (failure results in being booted from the class). Long story short, she didn’t pass, and is no longer employed there.
Ok, enough back story, here’s what has transpired in the past two days. On Sunday, I get an email from her that basically says “Have fun at work, I’ll miss y’all” This was sent just to me, no CC. I replied that the test wasn’t easy, and that we’d miss her too. She replies with CALL ME ASAP !!! followed by her home phone number. Turns out, the instructor said a few REALLY inappropriate things to her in regards to her being able to take a short verbal exam that could pass her. We talked about it for a while, and she seemed almost reluctant to get off the phone. This was after well over an hour into the call. I find out that she only told two people from the class about what happened, me and the young guy. Seems that cool guy, slick guy, and geeky guy have been set aside for the moment.
Monday night, last night, we talked via email for a while. She’s a big football fan so we talked about the Giants game because she knows I’m a Giants fan. I invited her out to see one of my bands play on Saturday night. She says that she’s not sure if she can make it but she’ll try. I know how these things go, but at least she made an effort to appear interested.
Today: I get a status check email from her that starts with “How is your Evening?” She goes on to mention that her “daughter’s father” would not be there for a week (they no longer date), and that her very young daughter would be the only person there besides herself. This sounds the same to me as “my parents aren’t home” sounded in HS, meaning, it’s ok to have sex if we want. I said that nothing much was going on, and she asked me what I might be watching on TV tonight. I said that I would watch Heroes TiVo’d from last night and The Unit. She mentions Dexter, and I reply that I love that show. Her response verbatim “I love Dexter too!!! I’m missing two episodes i think… you should come over and kick it some time and watch Dexter with me”
To me this seems like a bit more than an invitation to watch a show at her house, maybe not, but it piqued my interest. I said that it sounded fun, but the time it airs isn’t the best in relation to my current work schedule (I wasn’t backing out) and she said “We could watch Dexter on the OnDemand…” To me this sounds like “Sex at my place?” Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but I’ve often missed signals, and I’m trying to correct for that.
The kicker email was “Thursday is good for me 2. Saturday, U of M plays at 8. So I’ll be watching the game… I don’t know if baby’s father will be here watching the game and visiting daughter. He’s not supposed too, but who knows. Either way, you can still come over and watch the game with both of us… Sunday’s are always free.”
She says that her “baby Daddy” constantly reminds her that they aren’t dating, she doesn’t date white guys, maybe I’m just a friend… I have no idea what’s going on here. I’m not qualified to troubleshoot complex relationship issues at this time, simple ones might still confuse me. This one seems to be WELL beyond the scope of what I can comprehend/deal with.
Help. Please.