And the not-so-innocent.
The oh so very not innocent.
Once upon a time there was a girl who worked at a great place with great people, we'll call this girl.... Kate.. yeah, Kate sounds good. You know, just for the purposes of telling this story about completely anonymous people in a completely anonymous time. So Kate had worked at this particular job where she had some kind of office job. It doesn't matter what kind of job people, just a job in an office with other office people. Sheesh.
So she had worked there for several months and really liked her job. Then one day a boy came to work there. A cute boy. A cute boy who was a couple of years younger than Kate. Initially Kate didn't think she would like the cute boy in that way since she was older than him and always felt like she was ten years older than she was anyway which made her even more older than him. But he was cute and nice and so she talked to him at work and realized that they could probably become friends.
And then there was an accident and Kate was unable to walk (for completely unimportant reasons) and she and the cute boy were unable to really secure their friendship since she was kept locked away in her office while the world kept going without her. But the boy was super nice and got up every morning and opened the door for her when she came in and offered to get her things and even carry her purse for her one day.
She decided that the boy was very nice and that she liked him.
One day the boy was in her office and they were talking and he mentioned that he had started to see someone and Kate decided that she only liked the boy as a friend and that they could be very good friends.
Time passed and eventually Kate was able to rejoin the world of the working people and she started to talk to the boy more and more... on some days for hours. It turned out that she and the boy had a lot in common and really enjoyed each other's company. They became friends.
Then one day the boy came to work and told the girl that he and his girlfriend had broken up over the weekend. Kate told him she was really sorry to hear that and that she hoped he was ok. He assured her that he was fine. And that day, Kate noticed that he was spending a lot of time talking to her and hanging out with her. She liked that. And the more that they hung out and talked, the more she realized he was a pretty cool dude. And after making some initial bad moves, she agreed to watch a movie with him.
She threw on “hanging out” clothes and headed over to the boy’s house with a great movie in tow. Kate and the boy watched the movie together pausing it frequently to talk. The more they talked, the more Kate realized the boy was awesome. He may have been younger than her and he was certainly younger then she felt, but he had lived a lot. As they talked, Kate learned that the boy was not only much more mature than she had initially assumed but that she really liked him.
As the night went on she wondered if he were considering making a move on her. She decided that she was being silly and that the boy was just trying to be friends and that she should stop thinking with the wrong parts of her anatomy.
The night came to an end and she left to go home and decided that the night had went really well and that, if nothing else, she had made a great friend.
Labels: At work, Being a Chic, Dating, History Lesson, My pathetic excuse for a love life
