| Thursday, November 01, 2007 |
| Pretty |
Ah, the pretty barman! Ah. Bless him! A friend at work got a text from him Tuesday night (he'd got her number from the other barman who has her number - still with me?) to tell her he wasn't sleeping because I hadn't called him! Bless him!
It's funny. I remembered this evening the first time I saw him in the pub I thought 'Oh, hello!' (yes, I know I do that a lot), then 'he'd never be interested in me. WAY out of my league'. Funny how things work out.
I popped to the pub yesterday lunch time to see him - he was there, though not working. I finally gave in and sent him a text this evening. He wants to see me Sunday, but I'm working in the morning, choir practice over lunch and then I'll probably need a sleep. I'd suggested Saturday, which was when he came back with Sunday.
Why am I fretting so? If it's right it's right and it will work out. If it's not, then why fret so much? I think about these things too much. But then, when I don't, they all go a little bit pear-shaped.
Still, it's nice to be wanted! You'd think after the months and years of moaning about nobody liking me... But it's still not the Christian guys. Ah well! One step at a time! |
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