The two men and I are starting to find some common ground. A sixty year old prudish virgin whose feeble heart cannot take the sight of any word or phrase pertaining to sexual intercourse.
They asked me out for coffee today; I wonder if that signals the start of a harmonious work relationship. Possibly so, yet maybe not. After all, I told one of the men he had the mental aptitude of an army boy.
And I feel really awful tonight; it's quite a long story.
Boy A's in army, but SMSes me on a regular basis. It's always messages like 'hey, what are you doing now?', 'I just hurt my back..', 'You busy now? I just...' I don't ever reply such inane messages unless the person captivates me, or if I sympathize. It's usually the latter.
Tonight, I received one of his messages during dinner with Dippy, who promptly grabbed my phone and replied him with a 'This is her boyfriend / stop disturbing her' message, to which Boy A apologized profusely.
And to top that, I think I disappointed Boy B. I knew he was interested; he was always so sweet - walking across the room to adjust the air conditioner's temperature if I as much as folded my arms as he thought I was cold, being the absolute gentleman etc. The right topic came out tonight, and I said what I had to. No elaboration, no questions, he got the hint.
Sometimes, I wish I had clones. Mini-Mes.
I hate hurting the undeserving. It makes me feel detestable.
This isn't a post to brag. There's issues I need to resolve, things I need to work out, and perhaps this reeks subtly of it.
11:08:00 pm
