Lord.
I went back to FP tonight to try to figure out why Jazz made that comment about coffee guy today.
It was super-crowded, so I couldn't find the right moment to do it. I tried to initiate all these weird conversations so that I could bring his comment back up and ask him what he meant.
When I first got there it was too crowded to ask.
Then I went back up to the counter and was about to ask when a girl who knows coffee guy came up right next to me; I couldn't ask.
Then I was going to ask again and a guy who knows coffee guy sat down next to me.
Then I decided to leave because I obviously wasn't going to have a chance to ask, and I wasn't getting anything done work-wise.
You try to read dense theoretical material when you're thinking of how to ask a question about a guy you like...just try it.
So I decided to leave. I walked to the back to say goodbye to Jazz and possibly find a way to ask my question. He followed me to the door but then walked away abruptly when a customer came in.
Everything about tonight was SO awkward.
I didn't get to ask what Jazz meant, and now the opportunity is definitely lost. To top things off, he probably thinks that I like him now.
Sigh.
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I emailed the stripper songs to you. Happy dancing in the dark in your bedroom. Er...not that I would do that....
Damn, girl. I'm going to start calling you Bridget Jones.
Oh man, that is awsome. Frustrating, but awsome.
I am confused...what is awesome?
katie:
I'd like a hot man in a bow. and by in a bow, I mean just the bow. ;-)
Just the story was awsome. I love good stories, even the frustrating ones. It was very Bridget Jones and I loves me the Bridget Jones. :)
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