Crushing the Crush
Today at work I got a random text message from The Man, one of Hot CoWorker’s friends who was at the pool party on Sunday. He’s cool and funny as hell so I texted him back. His texts quickly went from flirtatious to making-me-blush yowza. Within seven texts and two hours he had asked me out (with some very hot hints of what I should expect).
I admit, I was uncomfortable. Not because of The Man, because I would totally hit that if only he weren’t Hot CoWorker’s good friend. As much as I want to get on The Man, I want to get on Hot CoWorker more. I didn’t know how to proceed. And I was confused as hell why Hot CoWorker gave The Man my phone number when he knew that if he did, The Man would be doing exactly this, ie trying to get in my pants. Not that I minded…. not that I am not very actively trying to get someone (single/not-idiotic/without child) in my pants. Time to ask Hot CoWorker what the fuck is going on, sending me into the dragon’s den with The Man since he knows exactly what would happen.
