Dating is hard, yes, but sometimes it can be the sweetest thing! This date was definitely sweet, but
sour. I love my job -
somewhat...- and I'm a firm believer in the saying;
don't mix business with pleasure. That's probably why I've never dated anybody from my workplace. Too dangerous. The last thing that I want is to worry about avoiding an ex-boyfriend all day long at work when I should be worrying about, you know, actually working. Those awkward moments, I always managed to escape. When Jamie was hired into the company I work for, I thought he was pretty damn cute. I never forgot my rule about work, though. However, somehow, Jamie and I developed a
flirtationship. We were making eyes at each other at the water cooler, knocking our knees together under the table at lunch and complimenting each other daily. I knew it was bad, I knew it was trouble, but I couldn't resist. Mostly because there was that voice in the back of my head telling me that he could be
the one.
The one. The reason why we allow ourselves to go through all of these things.
Anyway, after a couple of weeks of
flirtationship, Jamie asked me to be his date to the company's Christmas Bash. I said yes. I bought a nice dress, not too slutty, not too prude-ish, just right. I went to the salon and got my hair done. I was really into positive thinking at the time, so I thought, if a put some extra effort into it, I'll have better results than I had in the past. The evening went amazingly. We had fun; he was funny and charming. He kissed me goodnight, but that was it.
The last thing I wanted was for thing to get weird at work. They didn't, we kept things very professional. Maybe too professional. He was pleasant with me, but he sort of stopped our little flirt thingy. I was disappointed, because I would have wanted to go out with him again. After a couple of days, I got over it. That's when he asked me out for drinks. I agreed, but I was a bit confused.
Siting at the bar, a drink in my hand, Jamie was talking about how beautiful I looked that at the party. I was having a great time, much like our last date. Than, things got weird, really fast.
J: You know, I...No, forget it.
Me: What?
J: Never mind.
I hate nothing more than people who starts saying something and then stop to tell you to forget it. I suppose that they want to make some sort of effect, but I always get the feeling that they want you to work for it. And, I hate working outfit the office.
Me: C'mon! You've got to tell me! I'll just harass you until you do.
J: Well, I just wanted to tell you that I was having a great time with you. The best I've ever had with any women.
Me: Wow. Hum, well, that's good.
I'm getting a little freaked out there, but I'm trying to control myself. So, he had bad dates, so have I. At this point, I couldn't say that I liked him more than anybody I've ever met, but... I was really surprise also, I didn't even think he liked me that much.
Me: I'm just surprised. I didn't think you liked me.
J: Really? How come?
Me: Well, you, hum, seemed distant.
J: I know. I'm sorry about that. I had some thinking to do.
Me: Any good came from it?
At this point, I was thinking that was having an issue with work, or friends, or family.
J: Yes. I, hum, realized that I'm in love with you.
Jaw dropping. Palms sweating. Heart racing. Not. A. Good. Feeling.
Me: After one date? You
love me after one date?
J: The heart wants what it wants.
He looked so serious. It couldn't be a joke. When he walked me home, I told him that things were going a little too fast for me and that it'll be better if we cool things off. He looked sad, but I couldn't deal with a
love addict. He freaked me out.
Jamie got over me, though. A week later, he was spotted -
apparently- making out with Jenny, the copy girl. I guess he is just one of these people who moves fast. Thankfully, things at work are the same as they always were. Jamie is a nice person, regardless. We still chat from time to time, without it leading anywhere. The perfect
workationship!
