Today, as on many days, I found myself in need of lunch. Being that there's a fantastic taco salad within twenty feet of my building, I decided that it was the place to be. Big mistake.
Walking in, I'm confronted with this guy. This guy who I took a couple classes with and who appears to adore me. This guy who is wonderful and sweet but so far from my type it is as though he walked around the earth backwards just to be on the other side of what I'm looking for.
You get the idea.
Then? He buys my lunch. Buys my lunch! What does one even say to that? I told him not to, but he insisted. He then asked me what I was doing this weekend. I stuttered, stammered, and informed him that there were big events happening at the workplace, and therefore I wouldn't be able to go out with him.
(This is not a lie - there really are big things happening.)
He seemed to take it fairly well before I beat a hasty retreat back to my building, citing work and more work. (Also true.)
Sometimes being busy is awesome. Additionally, sometimes I wish I weren't perpetually single. This was not one of those times.
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