"Kate, TB is on hold for you, I'm gonna send him in, ok?"
My stomach and throat switch places in my body and my heartrate accelerated to something like 440bpm.
"Uhm, ok. Send him in."
I jumped up and closed my office door and sat back down just as the line rang in.
You can do this Kate, you can do this. Just ask him out like you planned. You. Can. Do. This. Take a deep breath.
"Good morning, this is Kate."
"Hello Kate, this is TB. How are you?"
"Hey TB, I'm good. How are you?"
"I'm good, you know - Monday. Hey, I got your message..."
"Oh, yeah, good... Uhm, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?"
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
You could almost hear the change in his voice right here from Normal TB to Playing It Cool TB.
"Well, I'll have to consider it..."
I'll admit a nervous laugh here on my part.
"Ok, well you consider it and let me know, ok?"
"Ok, sounds good. Have a good day, Kate."
"You too, bye."
I get mad points for not doing a dance around my office and squealing like a girl.
Because, honestly? On Saturday and Sunday while I was playing the whole thing over in my head until I felt like bashing my head into a wall, I was trying to think of a way that I could've handled what will forever be known as The Voicemail Incident better because over analyzing is just how I roll.
Among the things I considered were the possibility of just having left him a voicemail asking him if he'd like to go out sometime. Because then, at least, had he not called me back, I could've gotten the question part over with and I wouldn't be stuck wondering about the what-if's.
Because what-if's suck.
I was just mad that I had done the whole complete and total freak out thing and not actually gotten to ask him out.
I also have thought about the possibility of him saying no and man oh man people has your little blogger grown up. I, without hesitance, said to Snowelf on the phone that if he didn't want to go out with me, it was no big deal. Would it be a let down? Sure. All that excitement would just be gone - clearly not the ending you're looking for when you ask out a cute dude. But would I take it personally? No. Absolutely no. In fact, at this stage in my life, I would take it as a favor. It's better than being led on. When one of the two people just knows, for whatever reason, that it just isn't right, it's better to know right off the bat.
Anyway, I'm optimistic and excited right now. Let him consider it while I ride this little energy high. And if it's no, well that's cool. It'll suck, but it's cool. If it's yes though?
Well dang.
That would just be awesome ;)
Labels: Dating, my crazy life, My pathetic excuse for a love life
