“So what are you doing this Friday?” he asked.
“Am still deciding whether or not I’ll be going to this party,” I replied. “We’ll see.”
“Well, if you’re not going to the party,” he continued. “Maybe I can take you out for drinks… and maybe dinner.”
“Oh cool,” I answered. “I’m going to be fed!” (in hindsight, not the smartest thing to say after a guy courageously asks you out on a date).
A guy asking me out on an actual date. And as usual, Bonita here is overthinking it and finding excuses to say no.
Sure, it was easy to go when you’re forced into one, which happened last Friday when a client made it clear that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
However, when a man nicely asks you, all of a sudden your mind goes in overdrive and you have to stop yourself in thinking negative thoughts such as:
- Uh-oh, there we go again. Another guy who likes me based on how I look. He wants me, part 2.
- But I don’t know this guy quite well, and if it doesn’t work out, then hello awkwardness!
- What if I meet the One at the other party, and I missed my chance because I went out with him?
- It’s on a Friday. The only day I can take a climbing test at the YMCA. Shalt I risk waiting another week?
Nonetheless, I shake my head off and just focus on my work.
To make matters worse, my ex- calls, which is why you should never romance someone you worked with. It causes a lot of complications after the breakup because you cannot really get rid of him.
We chat a bit about what he wants me to do, and what I want him to do in return. All business of course, and yet, you cannot help but feel a twinge of missing him.
And then you worry about backing out because as mentioned before, Friday is climbing night and if I don’t take that test this week, then I’d have to wait one more week before I can even be halfway in the wall again.
Or about that party I may be skipping.
The man has made it clear that he’ll be taking me out so he’ll be paying. Sigh, is this a date because I often mistake dates with just hangouts. I shouldn’t delude myself though as I know he is interested.
“Move on Bonita,” I whisper behind my breath. Ex and I are over and done with, and no good will ever come from salvaging it at this point. I hug myself in silence. God, I miss physical contact!
So now, I want to call Taiwan and ask my best friend whether or not I should go out with this guy. Going out with him signals interest and you know what happens when you dip your ink in the company pot again. It’s quite a miracle that Ex and I escaped unscathed so far.
The thought of dinner and drinks makes me smile though. Isn’t it great to actually have a guilt-free dinner where I can just enjoy myself after a hard day’s work? Besides, what harm is it in getting to know this guy?
Sigh. I am as always indecisive.
So I’ll let you readers decide. What shall I do this Friday evening?
I’d let you decide!