That would be the fact, as usual, I know nothing about dealing with men.
It doesn’t help that I am even more confused by our little conversation about ownership of the court (he says I was pacing through ‘his’ area), and me asking where his name is, to have him say it was ‘on the black part’ and then my comment that the only black currently in the area is me and then he got that stupid grinny look again.
Mini-Me and New Intern were talking about one of her swimmers, and how he’s going to be the next Michael Phelps (probably true. The records that kid broke this weekend were ridiculous), and I made an offhand comment about someone mentioning that they met him recently.
It only hit me a half-second after I said I didn’t remember who, that I remembered who.
And Mini-Me said he remembered the same thing, but also was as vague as I was.
Considering that a lot of what I have to go on concerning relationships is based off three years of ridiculousness with Captain Cubicle, it really comes to an unexpected and pleasant surprise that Spike actually remembers things we talk about in previous conversations in more detail than say…other people.
Of course, I have a photographic memory in comparison to Captain Cubicle.
And sure, all it was was Spike giving me shit about whether or not I’d gotten my laundry done, but the fact that he actually remembered one of my more offhand comments from a conversation we had last week really hit me a little bit out of left field.
Hmm. I wonder how long it’s going to take me to get my ass and tell him he needs to just ask me out already.
God knows Best Friend thinks this has gone on for too long anyway,
Her Boy and I were talking about how similarly stressed 103 and I have been, and we both realized that 103 and I totally stressed away last month’s visit from Mother Nature because we were both so busy with our respective jobs.
That totally explains why we’ve both been so much more miserable this time around.
I mean, I don’t usually take four and a half hour naps during the week (that would be yesterday, and when I saw it was eleven-thirty, decided that screw it, I should just go back to bed).
It just needs to be over so I can start feeling like me again,