I'm so infatuated right now. I was wondering about it last night and began conjuring up from my memory all the infatuations I've ever had and I came up with about 36 good ones. And I would say this one is probably tied for fifth for its intensity. Her name is Jennifer, but I've nicknamed her Jenesis. She's a cocktail waitress almost eleven years younger than me. Beautiful blonde hair and one of the most kissable faces I've ever seen. And she's nice. Somehow she's single and all 700 of my male co~workers are acutely aware of it. One day she told me she hates it when she has to buy a bag of jellybeans with assorted flavors because all she really wants are the black licorice jellybeans. So the next day I bought her a bag full of black licorice gourmet jellybeans. If she didn't know already, I'm sure she realized then that I was interested. But I learned from a couple of her friends that she did not consider me her type. Thing is... I figured she really hadn't been exposed to any of my best qualities yet. She knew nothing of my mind or my sense of humor or my personality. So I kept being nice to her and she kept being nice to me. I used to ask her not to go home without saying goodbye and I really appreciated that she would take the time even if only to give me a short wave before leaving. Then one day I left without saying goodbye... pretty much assuming she would not notice or care, but the next day she teasingly said that I was in trouble for that... which was a good sign... something for me to latch onto despite it being outnumbered with bad signs... namely that for every text message she responded to... she would ignore two or three. Then one day a couple weeks ago she woke me up with a text message out of the blue... she was at the mall trying on jeans and needed help choosing the right pair. Another good sign... And then just a few days ago she messaged me that she knew I was attracted to her and that she was becoming more attracted to me. Which was wonderful. We exchanged about 85 messages that day and I was virtually euphoric. But somewhere in there I sent this one:
"Would you like to have lunch with me on Thursday? Do you like Mexican?"
And she answered, "Love it. But you know what I've really been wanting to try? Indian Cuisine."
Well somehow we never followed up on that until Tuesday night at work when I told her that I'd found an Indian restaurant with rave reviews in Tacoma. She said that she hates Tacoma and explained that she'd had an accident there once. But our conversation was interrupted and I went home shortly after that.
Now it's Thursday and I'm pretty sure we don't have a lunch date and I'm obsessing like you've never seen anyone obsess before about anything. In the last three hours I have dreamed up about 60 different ways of enticing her into doing something with me today. And yet more than half of my mental capabilities are insisting that if she wanted to have lunch with me... she would have said so by now.
The End
(as if).
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