A few weeks ago, I mentioned to Snowelf on the phone that I was pretty much prospect-less in the realm of dudes. The few that I had, for various purposes, have all for one reason or another because unavailable. Which is fine. So I tell Snow about this on the phone and then on Friday, I look up from my desk and there, standing in my doorway is this adorable, rugged, Western man (who we will call TB) who I haven't seen in months. He works with one of the contracting companies that we use and I have just thought he was ridiculously adorable since I very first met him.
Anyway, when we first met he was married. So while he was fun to look at, he was no-touchy. However, when I became Office Manager at my job, he called one day and mentioned casually that he and his wife had separated about six months ago (which would have been October-ish of oh-seven). Well, I filed that away in my little brain bank but wasn't really ready to do anything with it - mostly because I was suddenly immersed into my new job and didn't know my ass from accruals.
Since then, he and I have probably only spoken a handful of times and there has been flirting. The last time we spoke was the Friday of my Christmas party (the one for our store, not the region) and I mentioned to him that he should come. Granted I had only given him a few hours notice, but I was disappointed that he didn't show. Then there was the Christmas whirlwind and my trip to Dallas and honestly, I hadn't thought about it much - in fact, I'd pretty much forgotten.
Then, Friday - I look up and see him standing right in front of me and my apparently adorable new haircut. (I've NEVER in my life had more complements on my hair before!) Well, as much as it pains me to admit this, I was rendered rather idiotic. I pretty much just followed him around the office making work chit-chat and thankfully the Other Manager came in and so there were three of us talking. And then he was gone. And man-oh-man was I bummed.
And I was suddenly filled with the urge to call him and just ask him out. Just do it. But, as a chic, I am physically incapable of just doing anything. Everything must be thought out relentlessly until there is a reason not to do it. So, I called Snow and Fairy and told them both about it and then Other Manager and I even talked about it before, at about 9:30pm last night I finally worked up the cohones to do it.
And?
And I got his freakin' voicemail where I proceeded to leave a ridiculous voice mail.
So, yay.
Yay for putting myself out there.
Yay for dating.
Just freakin' yay.

Labels: Dating, my crazy life, My pathetic excuse for a love life, soul sisters