{ 09 12 2008 }

Smitten

After finally discovering that the new cute IT Guy was single (and taking a few extra days to work up the courage), I talked to him today. Actually, first contact was over email. How many times have I said that I come across much better in written form than face to face? You can delete the dumbass side of your personality in written form much more easily than pulling the foot out of your mouth.

It started with an email. IT Guy sent out a generic message to the entire company about preparing the server for backup before the hurricane hits. The clever little biscuit that I am, I thought to myself alas! the perfect opportunity to display my wit and charisma to IT Guy in a controlled environment! Must proceed with Operation: Charm Pants Off immediately!

It took several minutes to construct the perfect three-sentence email response with which to bait him. How to stand out as being funny and clever yet sexy and endearing, and somehow make this an appropriate reply to a generic information technology email? Like I said, I toiled for several minutes, which included deleting only two pieces of dumbass.

I waited. Meanwhile I pretended to work: picking up papers and putting them down in a different place on my desk, shuffling things around, furrowing my brow in concentration while I anxiously awaited a reply.

Shortly after an email from IT Guy popped up. Squealing (in my head), I clicked it open and scanned the response. He was biting. He was funny. Like smart-funny, not frat-boy-funny or poop-funny or ouch-funny. YESSSSS!!!!

The emails began. Quickly he found an indirect way to ask if I were in a “we” situation. Nope! No one! Technically! I beamed with delight at how things were going.

Except we still hadn’t actually spoken to each other after half an hour of emailing. I couldn’t be sure that he knew whose face belonged to the emails. Time to suck it up and introduce myself properly. As soon as I stood up I felt king-kong butterflies in my stomach.

With each step I heard a big Chinese gong in my head: stop while you’re ahead! what if he thinks you’re funny-looking? don’t get your hopes up, you stupid girl!

By the time I reached the IT department it felt like my stomach was going into SELF-DESTRUCT mode.

I walked up to IT Guy’s cubicle. The back of his head is so cute.

“Hey. I’m Vix.” Please think I’m hot.

He turned his chair around toward me and started laughing. He was all smiles. Good. I’m in. Right?

We talked for fifteen minutes. It was fifteen minutes of pure awesomeness. The memory of those fifteen minutes glows in my mind like a ray of non-cheeky sunshine. Under the watchful eye of partners walking by I reluctantly went back to work. Although I also wanted to stop talking before I said something so ass-backwards stupid that there was no hope of redemption before I got to see him without pants on.

And we were off. IT Guy matched me email for email for the rest of the afternoon, slowing down only to exchange phone numbers and text all evening. Every joke no matter how odd was too much for him to volley right back. I was amazed. Not only was the content smart and funny, he wrote emails properly. That includes capitalizing words that are supposed to be capitalized, spelling out words the way they are meant to be spelled, and using fancy things like commas and paragraphs. The guy gave good email. As if that weren’t awesome enough, he was just sexually suggestive enough to be playful without being too forward.

With amazing finesse IT Guy dropped hints at the many ways we could spend more time together outside work. If it weren’t for the hurricane mess shutting down half the county, we probably would have gone to a happy hour after work today. Once we figured out how close we live to each other, he suggested that I come over to wait out the storm with him and his friends. At first I thought that sounded a little bit much (is he a weirdo? is he desperate? has he never had a girlfriend before??), but the only vibes I got from him were warm fuzzy ones.

When the office closed early I went to say good-bye and we ended up talking for another hour. Then for a few more minutes by my desk when I was logging out. And again in the parking lot. The chemistry was so thick you could reach out and touch it. I’m not just referring to the sexual pull, but the meshing of personalities. In such a short amount of time it feels like he gets me as much as my closest girl friends do.

IT Guy reminds me of a mix between Jim from The Office and my brother who is way cooler than any girl should ever admit to her younger brother. Chill, easy to talk to, funny as hell, and impossible not to like. Great personality and cute enough that I want to bite him like a soft buttery pretzel. I could see myself with IT Guy. Like breaking out the “b” word without gagging and introducing him to all my friends.

How can I feel so drawn to IT Guy when I’ve known him for such a short amount of time? The chemistry was undeniable, but how much can you tell in half a day of emailing, texting, and talking? Am I itching to see what I think I want to see?

What if he turns out to be a stalker who likes to watch me sleep through my bedroom window? What if it turns out he’s a huge let-down? What if I scare him off? Besides having a very strong personality, there’s the sexual history, the sexual present (The Marine who has been all hugs-and-snuggles lately is staying at my place during the hurricane, WOW this makes things about five times more complicated), and assuming IT Guy can hold up through all that, telling him that I’m a sex blogger after hours?

It takes a special friend to wade through a waist-high secret life, but it takes an extra special guy to be willing to commit to someone with many documented reasons for why he should proceed with caution. There is a lot of room for me to fuck things up as we get to know each other.

I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time. Ever, actually. My chemistry with Ex-BF was half this and took five times longer. Could IT Guy be too good to be true? Can I freeze time at this point right here, the point before the first date when everything still has the potential to be more wonderful than I ever imagined? I like it here. Where every text message is flirtatious and every phone call is an hour-long banter session.

How can this be happening? If I were someone reading this post, I’d cock my head to one side and wonder if the blogger were making this up. How can someone say “okay I think I’m beginning to be ready to enter a relationship” and then BOOM less than a month later there’s a hilarious guy with a beautiful smile and an ice cream obsession that rivals mine? I thought things like that only happened in $5 chick flick movies.

Who knew I would say something like this so soon? I’m concerned that I’m not more scared this is happening. Am I getting my hopes up for someone who turns out to be a total tool? What if he has a tiny dick? What if I let him in and he breaks me in half? Am I really ready to see where this leads?

And yet in spite of all my what if’s, I’m anything but scared. Our first date is Monday night.

Posted by Over Educated Nympho on Friday, September 12th, 2008, at 12:16 am, and filed under humor, dating, dancing in my underwear.

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