So, remember that guy at work I mentioned last week in one of my other posts? The gay one that's been giving me the vibe? Yikes.
Yesterday I ran into him in the hall on my way back from lunch. We stopped and chatted for a minute. He's a really nice guy, you all would like him. Anyway, so at the end of the conversation he tells me how his group is being moved to a different building next week. One side of my brain said, "Booo. I won't get to see him any more," and the other side of my brain said, "Hooray! No more temptation!" While I was having this conversation in my head (much like J.D. on Scrubs) he caught me off-guard and said, "I'll have to give you my number before I take off next week." Which, in the context of our conversation at that exact moment actually meant, "Hey, I know you like me and I like you so let's get together. Uh-huh. Uh-huh"
My brain completely shut off. Nothing. Nada. I couldn't do anything. So, being the polite person I am and not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings I said, "Sure, that would be great."
That would be great? What the HELL did I say that for? Is my mouth even connected to my brain any more? Boy, if there was any other way to say, "Sure I'm gay and want your action" that was it. Oh dear. What am I going to do now?
So today I walk out to my car after work and guess what? Yep. There is a note on my car that says, "Hey Kevin, we are going to be moving next Wednesday, and since the weeks fly by so fast and we don't see each other every day here's my number."
Oh no, oh no, oh no. This is a bad situation. The part that is bad is that I know I shouldn't call, but I really, really, really want to. My conscience says no, but the other 12 voices in my head are telling me to do it and they are yelling louder. I must not. I will not. Please, God, make this one go away.
I only have to make it until Wednesday, then I for sure won't see him any more.