A couple of weeks ago, I was at an inservice for work and met up with a few colleagues that I had worked with in the past. One in particular was there with a guy who she presently worked with.
He was pretty cute.
I automatically assumed that because of this, he would not be interested in me, so I completely wrote him off. Instead, I texted a friend on her way to the inservice and said, "There is a cute guy here for you!"
I knew that her flirty nature would have dominated any chance that I'd have to get a word in edge-wise, so I raised my white flag as high as it would go right off the bat.
He was really nice too. Talking and being polite. In response to this, I would give my friend an encouraging raise of the eyebrows because, you know, there is no way he would be interested in me.
This behaviour that I had "no control" over raised a few eyebrows in my head. Why would I do that? What possesses me to just not even give myself a chance at something worthwhile. When I got back to work and was able to go over the days events in my mind, I decided that I really need to sit with this and figure out what the hell is going on.
I can't say that I'm moving forward and then pull shit like this.
