The Over-Educated Nympho

I’m trying to be nice. I’m trying to get over the assholenss and be cool around Hot CoWorker because I do genuinely enjoy talking to him about career stuff (he’s the only person in town I can talk to about my career vs my writing and which I would rather do for long-term), so when I see him around the office I give him a small smile or a head nod, and once a week or so I talk to him for more than thirty seconds. Which I just did now because I’m so fucking bored I’m one coffee away from challenging someone to a twirl-in-your-chair contest.

I think he’s still scared that I hate him (I never HATED him… he just really pissed me off for being a clit tease… ok maybe I hated him temporarily, but all that is too exhausting so now I simply don’t give a fuck), so whenever I half-smile or even make eye contact he brightens and gives me a big smile back. WTF? For someone who just wants to be friends he’s being the friendliest sucky friend I’ve had.

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I didn’t think it was going well with Nice Guy #2 since I met him two weeks ago. We emailed a couple times, but his were always very professional-sounding and dry. Ok, fine, he’s putting me in the “friends” category. Not a huge deal, although a real shame because he is one seriously hot piece of ass with a dorky-guy-in-high-school complex (mmmmm my favorite).

I ran into him a few days ago when he was hanging out with Mr. Fucking Fabulous. Since my dogs were with me and whining to continue on their walk, I couldn’t stay long. He seemed to be hanging on to every word I said and was giving me some encouraging eyes. Ok, now I’m confused.

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