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I realize that a huge part of my personality is impulsiveness, rash behavior...generally acting without a damn bit of thinking. It's true.
Anyway, I work around a bunch of hyperactive tattooed grease monkeys who are bizarre and love the fact that I am the only female their age they work around. From the first day I met them, I could tell they were excited to have a girl around. One of them in particular I immediately gravitated towards, but really didn't think anything of it.
Since being at this job, silly flirtation has become the norm here and I haven't read anything into it until right before closing Friday evening when the one I rather fancied and I were talking about local bars we like to go to.
The Boy: So where are we meeting up this evening?
Me: I'm sorry? I didn't know we were.
The Boy: I thought we might.
Me: Ah. Well. I have plans with my best friend, but she's being a bit wishy-washy about it.
The Boy: So that's a no?
Me: That's a maybe. Listen, give me your number and if plans change, then I'll call you.
(numbers are exchanged)
Two-and-a-half hours later, the best friend is being cranky so I go and meet the boy and my other co-workers at a local pizza joint. We all hang out, decide to go over to someone's flat to watch movies, and then at some point, I decide I don't want to. The boy walks me back to my car, saying something about just the two of us hanging out next time, and I then say, "Well, the Yacht Club's just down the street, why don't we go grab a quick beer?" To my amazement, he agrees.
Long story short, we sit there and talk and make jokes and then out of nowhere, he kisses me. It was nice. And there was more kissing. Something I don't tend to do in bars. On the walk back to the car, more kissing. Before saying good night to him, kissing again.
We work on Saturdays, so when he comes in, he pops round to my desk and kisses me on my cheek. Not expecting anything like at my place of work, I start babbling nonsensically. I'm thinking this was not what he was expecting. The previous night I had asked if he was dating anyone--because I wouldn't have kissed him back if he were--and he said no. Anyway, he comes and sits next to me at my desk and tells me that "in the interest of full disclosure" he's starting to date someone but likes me too. I sit there and nod my head and go, "I'm sorry?"
The rest of the day is as normal. Still the flirting and still the "I'll call you over the weekend."
I have never been involved with anyone I have worked with. Do you have any advice? Any stories to share? This is all new to me and I am unsure as to what to do.
Help me, Barbelith, you're my only hope. |
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