So, in less than 24 hours I will be waving my glass wildly, exchanging messy kisses with friends and strangers alike, and ignoring my own limits for alcohol consumption. There's no pretending that it won't happen, but hopefully, because I am piss-broke, things can't get too out of control. How much fun can you have on 20 dollars?
Work is going all right, and my crush is starting to turn into a decent friendship, but I am simply confused about men. Period.
Maybe he's confused about women, or confused about me. Maybe he doesn't have the faintest idea that I've elevated him to such a mighty position. Maybe he's ignoring it all, wanting only friendship. Of course, I don't help matters much because I treat him like a buddy. I can't say that I've ever initiated anything more physical than a high five, or a pat on the back. He's physical too, but a street-style salutation isn't saying much. We eat lunch together. Arrange to sit next to each other. Goof around at work, but nothing has been said about getting together outside of work.
Bloody hell. This is all so junior high. I just kick myself for not being more straightforward. More assertive. More... flirty. More sensual. More womanly. And frankly, I could kick myself for just going on and on about it all.
Bloody hell, indeed.