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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Touch me once, touch me twice

The journalist has settled into role of my work husband. Which is fine--we all know how the work-husband relationships work.

But.... he is also quite a touchy guy. He touches me on the arm or hand when he talks to me frequently. When he talks to me, he often starts out talking to me over the cubicle wall, but then moves around to be next to me at my desk. he ALWAYS compliments something that I'm wearing--jewelry, scarf, outfit, etc. Is he just a chronic flirt? Is he genuinely coming on to me? It's things like these that made me convinced he had a crush on me to begin with, but I wouldn't be surprised if he acted that way with a lot of girls.

To add to the puzzle, our work-marriage is headed for an impasse. He is a contractor, and his contract is up at the end of the year, so he's been job hunting. I also just found out that my team will be changing offices in January, so I'll be in a different location, anyway. After the time he told me about his date, I decided he is firmly in friend territory until he suggests otherwise, since I'm not going to pursue the un-pursue-able. But...... is it do or die time now? Even though he's a friend, and even though it may mean nothing, every time he touches me on the arm I get that kind of electric feeling and wind up daydreaming for the rest of the day. Then again..... I'm also (nearly at the same time!) daydreaming about the Great Dane. Clearly I'm in a foggy state of mind, replaying the old "hits," and probably I just want *some*one in my life and these two guys are just conveniently top of mind. But I just can't tell what to do here! I hate trying to interpret guy actions. Someone just tell me what he wants. Or better yet, HE SHOULD just tell me what he wants. Ugh.

Lunch with the Journalist tomorrow. I don't anticipate anything unusual happening, but I feel it necessary to bring up the fact that our lunches will soon come to an end.

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic

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