General Angst

My suitemate has her door closed. Again. This is usually code for, I want to talk smack about Terra now.

It makes my nerves jump and for some reason my work pace always slows down to a six-month-olds crawl. Sometimes I alleviate this by taking a break and walking around the parking lot, sometimes I turn on my radio (which I am about to do) and other times I pull out a notepad and start jotting down random things I’ve been meaning to write about anyway.

I am also waiting to hear back about a position I interviewed for last week. Same company, same building but new and (hopefully) exciting position. One without a delightfully friendly suitemate. Oh, isn’t that too bad? I am sure I would miss her cheerful face each and every morning. My message box is disturbingly empty though. Yikes. Hate the waiting game.

So I have decided I am not going to worry about that. Onwards and upwards!

So what is left to worry about then? Oh. Cute Boy.

FYI: CB and I were in the very beginning stages when he was last mentioned. Meaning, we had met through mutual friends/acquaintances and had not yet exchanged numbers. Now we have… exchanged numbers that is. YAY! I may have accidentally done my happy dance before he finished exiting the parking lot. OOPS! I am really really hoping he didn’t see that. =O

But here’s my worry. Even though we didn’t have an exact meet up time for Saturday I was late. Very late. Mostly due to the fact that I had been caught in the rain earlier and desperately needed a shower. I smelled like rain and wet dog. Gross. So he was a bit distant when I finally did show and then proceeded to leave without asking for my number. I was pondering out loud whether or not I should have asked for his when Tracie flagged him down. He asked for my number, then he spontaneously provided his.

I’m a worrywart though. Today I am left wondering, “Did he only ask for my number because he was put on the spot? Is the number he gave me really the local pizza joints number? Does he think that when I call it I will get the hint that he is just not into me?”

Because I won’t. I’m dense like that. I’m a stalker in training, watch out! Crap. What’s that saying, “The bigger they are the harder they fall”? I never fall and when I do I fall hard. I think underneath it all that saying is trying to call me fat. Stupid saying.