31 10 / 2011
Hopes and Dreams
There’s this girl at work who I really enjoy talking with. From the very moment I met her, we clicked. I was dating someone at the time, so I didn’t let my thoughts run elsewhere—especially since I always considered myself to be gay—but after that relationship ended, I began wondering.
“What if this could work? After all, we do get along very well.”
That’s one of the thoughts that would run through my head every time I saw her at work. We often pass each other post-it notes, like two little kids in elementary school, and we laugh and smile at each from each end of the bakery. Sometimes we don’t even pay attention to the customers while we talk to each other; I sure hope this doesn’t get me fired one day.
The other day, I grabbed my balls and asked her out. “I wanna see you,” I told her. She said, “You wanna see me? What do you mean? Aren’t you gay?” And I said, “I am, but I dunno. You make me smile. Grab some coffee with me one day.” And we did. It was really nice.
Throughout the whole date, we just got along and talked about the most random things. We also talked our hopes and dreams; our goals. That just made me more interested in her than I thought I already was.
There’s just something about someone actually wanting to know the specifics of your life that is just so appealing and heartwarming. It feels like somebody actually cares. I’ve been missing that in my life lately.
Today, Halloween, I plan to surprise her at work with a flower. Dunno what I’m gonna go for yet, either a yellow rose or a lilac, but I’ll figure it out in a few hours.
I think she’s gonna love it.