In Jan this year Dre and I decided to technically take a break, this was before the actual break-up. I say technically, because we were still together but were apart. Basically we were starting off again, going on dates, more especially not spending every free moment together. This clearly didn't work out but that is not the mis-adventure alluded to in the title.
During this period I decided do things that I ordinarily wouldn't of done had we been together (in a non-technical sense). So when I co-worker invited me to a house party, I initially was not interested but I thought what the hell it could be fun and you could meet some new people other than the usual crew. Now I didn't go into this unprepared, I had plans to hang out with a friend of mine and watch Prison Break later on. I called my friend and told him where I was going, so if the party was dull I could kick it with a reasonable excuse. The excuse being an sms from my friend at a pre-arranged time.
When I arrived at the party I was under the impression that I was not the only person from the Big Green that would be there, turns out I was wrong. At this point it is worth mentioning that the co-worker is male and was relatively drunk, I'm thinking no big deal it is party after all. So the co-worker puts his arm around me and takes me in to introduce me to some of the people that were there.
After a bit he takes me aside and starts talking to me. This is where things start venturing into the realms of X-files. He tells me that he's in love with me, that he's felt this way for a while, and that when he found out that Dre and I were on a break he thought that this was his chance. That he knows its difficult with us working so close together (about 3 feet apart, in fact) but we can make it work. I'm trying to let him of easy because I had to work with him on Monday, otherwise I would of been outta there. I was totally not interested (besides I was still technically with Dre). So he asks for a hug (very few people in this world are privileged enough to say they have received a hug from me), so I say ok in an attempt to end the conversation and leave. While he's hugging me he starts whispering in my ear, at this point I push him away and say "back off".
Blinding panic strikes. I pick up my phone and pretend that I'm checking my messages and give my friend a missed call. Shortly I get my required rescue text asking me where I was. I say I've got to go, because I promised I'd be there. He asks me to give him a ride to the store to get smokes, I say ok, and off we go. I did this because at the time it seemed like it was the only way I was getting out of there. While on the way to the store he asks me to have breakfast with him the next day so he can explain that he had to drink so that he would have the courage to tell me. I swiftly pull the "I have church card" (thank god, literally and figuratively). He persists, at which point I tell him sms me and if I'm free I'll come by. We get the cigarettes, and while we are there he's trying to hold my hand and pull me close to him, and the idiot before him in the checkout line is taking forever.
Eventually I drop him off, and he gets out and stands at the drivers side, and starts holding my hand, so I tell him I've really got to go and try and pull my hand away. In slurry speech he says let me give you a kiss on the cheek first. Now, a million things are going through my mind and I was under pressure, so I said ok. He leans in and tries to make a quick move for my lips. Thank goodness my body was still functioning, because my mind had switched off. I pulled away, with a speed that would of made Jet Li proud. I say I wish he hadn't done that because I don't think we could be friends now and that I respect him as I work colleague and that's all I see him as. So I pull away and threw in some screeching tyres to complete the effect.
I drive home like a nut and try to regain consciousness. Just before I get in, my Prison Break friend calls to find out what happened. I tell him the whole story. I can hear furniture crashing along with the insane laughter. I get in and completely pulled a Home Alone, AHHAHH. I tell Dees, who has a similar reaction to my buddy.
He thankfully didn't call on Sunday. Monday morning was incredibly awkward. He tried to talk to me several times but I ignored him. Eventually I sent him an email and told him to call me in the evening. I told, him once again that I was not interested and that I could only see him as a co-worker. The force is still not balanced in the office.
During this period I decided do things that I ordinarily wouldn't of done had we been together (in a non-technical sense). So when I co-worker invited me to a house party, I initially was not interested but I thought what the hell it could be fun and you could meet some new people other than the usual crew. Now I didn't go into this unprepared, I had plans to hang out with a friend of mine and watch Prison Break later on. I called my friend and told him where I was going, so if the party was dull I could kick it with a reasonable excuse. The excuse being an sms from my friend at a pre-arranged time.
When I arrived at the party I was under the impression that I was not the only person from the Big Green that would be there, turns out I was wrong. At this point it is worth mentioning that the co-worker is male and was relatively drunk, I'm thinking no big deal it is party after all. So the co-worker puts his arm around me and takes me in to introduce me to some of the people that were there.
After a bit he takes me aside and starts talking to me. This is where things start venturing into the realms of X-files. He tells me that he's in love with me, that he's felt this way for a while, and that when he found out that Dre and I were on a break he thought that this was his chance. That he knows its difficult with us working so close together (about 3 feet apart, in fact) but we can make it work. I'm trying to let him of easy because I had to work with him on Monday, otherwise I would of been outta there. I was totally not interested (besides I was still technically with Dre). So he asks for a hug (very few people in this world are privileged enough to say they have received a hug from me), so I say ok in an attempt to end the conversation and leave. While he's hugging me he starts whispering in my ear, at this point I push him away and say "back off".
Blinding panic strikes. I pick up my phone and pretend that I'm checking my messages and give my friend a missed call. Shortly I get my required rescue text asking me where I was. I say I've got to go, because I promised I'd be there. He asks me to give him a ride to the store to get smokes, I say ok, and off we go. I did this because at the time it seemed like it was the only way I was getting out of there. While on the way to the store he asks me to have breakfast with him the next day so he can explain that he had to drink so that he would have the courage to tell me. I swiftly pull the "I have church card" (thank god, literally and figuratively). He persists, at which point I tell him sms me and if I'm free I'll come by. We get the cigarettes, and while we are there he's trying to hold my hand and pull me close to him, and the idiot before him in the checkout line is taking forever.
Eventually I drop him off, and he gets out and stands at the drivers side, and starts holding my hand, so I tell him I've really got to go and try and pull my hand away. In slurry speech he says let me give you a kiss on the cheek first. Now, a million things are going through my mind and I was under pressure, so I said ok. He leans in and tries to make a quick move for my lips. Thank goodness my body was still functioning, because my mind had switched off. I pulled away, with a speed that would of made Jet Li proud. I say I wish he hadn't done that because I don't think we could be friends now and that I respect him as I work colleague and that's all I see him as. So I pull away and threw in some screeching tyres to complete the effect.
I drive home like a nut and try to regain consciousness. Just before I get in, my Prison Break friend calls to find out what happened. I tell him the whole story. I can hear furniture crashing along with the insane laughter. I get in and completely pulled a Home Alone, AHHAHH. I tell Dees, who has a similar reaction to my buddy.
He thankfully didn't call on Sunday. Monday morning was incredibly awkward. He tried to talk to me several times but I ignored him. Eventually I sent him an email and told him to call me in the evening. I told, him once again that I was not interested and that I could only see him as a co-worker. The force is still not balanced in the office.
3 comments:
Hi Spice! I noticed that you linked to my blog! That's so sweet and cool of you. I'm going to do the same, if you don't mind.
Oh boy ... this guy sounds like he's smitten, and it's sure to be awkward for a while. Maybe he'll find someone else to pester! :)
You tell a good story!
Hiya Dan
Thanks for the reciprocal linking. I love your blog.
Oh dear.. what to do with a fella in love? but ur reaction is waaaay better than mine; i would probs have kneed him, spread rumours about him and put a ton of salt in his coffee.. or something like that :)
ps.. thanks for the link to my blog :)
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