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I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Creepy and Desperate

Apparently, the work roster was completely changed since I last took photographic evidence of it (contrary to popular belief, it's not because I'm a stalker and like to know when R's on. Okay, partly that. But mostly because I like being definitely sure of when I'm rostered on. If I have photographic proof and rock up at the wrong time, at least I can show them that and say, "Not my fault, bitches." I also like to know who's on at the same time as me as I like to cater my social prowess to the situation).

How do I know this? Because I walked in and there was R over at print & copy. He was bending over so I all I saw was that shock of black hair and the stupid glasses. My heart broke into a million pieces. JUST JOKES. It didn't. I'm rarely that dramatic in real life.

I didn't talk to him at all today as we didn't share any breaks. But I did make an announcement over the PA directed at print & copy at some point. I was looking over at him and he looked up when I made the announcement. We made eye contact and shared a smile. It was fucking enchanting.

In other news, the hottest guy came in today. He was tall, ruggedly handsome and wearing a leather motorcycle jacket. As you  know, guys who ride motorcycles are my new favourite kind (besides half Caucasian, half Indonesian-Chinese slackers). As he walked past, I looked at my bud, Z, and raised my eyebrows. She started laughing all too raucously and Motorcycle Man looked back. I bet he's used to thousands of girls lusting after him so hopefully he did not care.

I've been reading reddit. Yes, I have been. Specifically, the dating advice subreddit and the askmen subreddit. WHY AM I SO FUCKING SAD. No question mark because it's rhetorical. I don't want a response. The point is, I was reading topics like "What do guys think about girls who ask guys out?"

The thing is, after I semi asked Zeter Febbs out (actually, I didn't. But that's the way it was perceived so let's leave it at that), most of my shame came from the fact that I assumed he thought I was super desperate and disgusting. Some ugly bitch who couldn't get asked out herself so she resorted to begging guys for dates.

And then I started reading reddit (it's like a black hole. A black, black hole) and all the responses to that question were positive. Guys thought it was great! It showed confidence! It was sexy! More girls should do it!

AND NOW ALL I WANT TO DO IS ASK R OUT. But it's not going to happen because I have to see him every week. Sometimes I'm half tempted to leave a note in his locker professing my feelings. But I think this is worse and it's bordering on creepy and desperate.

Which is so obviously not me.

J

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