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Ok, this is going to be kinda long, and lots of yall are gonna be like "aww damn you blew it!", I know, I know, just help me out here...
Im 24, pretty inexperienced in the whole relationship thing, that was never my deal as I've been a loner most of my life. I never really put much effort into trying to hook up with one particular girl, normally I just let them make the moves. All that changed the day I met this 44, yes I said 44, year old chick that I work with. If you guys looked at her, youd guess 31-32, no shit, I've asked around. Absolutely gorgous, I woulda thought totally out of my league at one point. Plus shes cool as fuck, were into the same shit, music/movie wise. Seem to get along real well most of the time, but its starting to get weird. I'll explain further in a few minutes...
So I've been working with her for a little over 6 months, not close work, but I see her a few times a day to exchange paperwork etc. Over that time I was always friendly with her, we joked around, shit like that. Her mother was very ill and I always was very concerned with it, and was always there to talk with her about it. I asked her out a few times and she had declined saying that she didnt really want to be out in case something happened, she needed to be right there. Understandable. She called me one night to turn me down for a Penguins game (penguinsfan can help me out here ), and we ended up on the phone for like 3 hours, up until her cell died. After that, we exchanged a few emails, basically about her mother, and how much it meant to her that I was there for her. Well her mother died recently, and again, I talked to her on the phone, helped her out as best as I could, went to the funeral home, everything. She seemed genuinly happy that I was there. We talked just like we always did, as friends at work when she came back, not much changed. She told me she needed to get her oil changed, and it was a pain in the ass for her cuz she had to blah blah blah, so I offered to do it for her. Went over her house that night, changed the oil, met her kids (18,16), it was cool as fuck. Even drove around with her and her daughter (18) for a bit, and it wasnt uncomforatble at all. This was last Thursday. On Saturday, we went out, she wanted to get a new tattoo to kind of memorialize her mom, it was the fuckin best day. I felt so comfortable around her and we seemed to get along so good, walking around all day, talkin, got new tats, all that. Heres we it goes downhill...
That night, we decided to go have a drink or two at a local bar, so we did. It was goin great, we started talkin about sex, and shit like that, she was being real flirty with me, givin me certain looks etc. Then I ended up getting WASTED. This is when I fucked up. I remember asking her if she really knew how old I was, well, she did, she looked it up in the office at work (shes an office worker, I'm not). I asked her if that bothered her at all, she said nope. She even went on to tell me that her ex-hub was 10 years younger than her, and her parents had no problem with it and she just always seemed to be with younger people. Great right? Well it gets bad, quick. I was kinda out of if as in I dont remember everything exactly, but I know we had plans to go see my buddies band play tonight. During the convo, I know I asked her what she considered me, and she said a really good friend. (Backstory here is that I am totally smitten with this chick, no idea why, but I can see myself being with her years down the line.) I asked her if there was ever a chance of that changing, and she said "I just need some time." Etc. I fell apart at this as being how drunk I was I took it as rejection. I started in with the whole "I feel I have nothing to offer, blah blah, I know this is the wrong time wah wah." I totally bitched out, but believe me I was TRASHED. I got up, went outside, puked in a garbage can, lol, and just kinda leaned against a railing for I dunno how long. She came outside with 2 friends from inside (young guys, go figure) and asked if I was ok. I was like yeah im fine. So we were gonna leave, she was way less drunk than I was so I stumbled into my car, gave her the keys, she couldnt figure out how to move the seat up (its all electronic), so the 2 guys that were out there were like fuck it well take you guys home. I was stubborn and was like "nope, just go". She left with them, I was a dick and stayed there, slept in my car til the cops woke me up and then I left.
Well I tried to call/message her a couple times on Sunday, no response until late Sunday, saying "I wasnt blowing you off, my phone was off and charging cuz the battery died. You don't have to feel bad or worry about what happened. I'll see ya at work tmrw." I wanted to explain what the fuck happened, I'm on anti-depressants, I didnt eat all day, drank like 10 beers and then had 3 shots within a 2 hour time frame, I was gone. I waited til Tuesday, and I asked about Friday. You still wanna go Friday? "Yeah", she says. Cool. I also said "I really do wanna talk to you to so when you get a free couple of mines can I swing by and we can talk for a bit?" She says, "Look dont worry, it happens to everyone." And I said, "I still wanna explain a few things, so can you let me know when your not busy?" "I'll let ya know." Well she never did, no calls, no messages, no nothin. We still were friendly at work, talkin and jokin around like normal. Well so today is friday, I call up into the office and ask about tonight..and guess what? "Well, probably not, I don't feel good at all, this weather blah blah, maybe when the weather is.." I'm like "Ah its cool, no big deal."
It is a big deal. At least be honest and be like, I don't really wanna hang out with you anymore, you blew it. You guys have no idea how much I like and care for her. If anything, I want to go back to being friends and being able to hang out and talk like we did, but I feel I may have FUBAR'd the whole thing. Did I? Should I maybe email her, or play the "fuck it, I'm done with it" card? I don't really know what to do, I thought I was gonna be able to just move on with it, but I cant. I've lost 15 lbs since Saturday, from 204 to 189.5 today. I'm fuckin fallin apart here. I need you guys' help for real.
Wow sorry for wasting all your time...
Im 24, pretty inexperienced in the whole relationship thing, that was never my deal as I've been a loner most of my life. I never really put much effort into trying to hook up with one particular girl, normally I just let them make the moves. All that changed the day I met this 44, yes I said 44, year old chick that I work with. If you guys looked at her, youd guess 31-32, no shit, I've asked around. Absolutely gorgous, I woulda thought totally out of my league at one point. Plus shes cool as fuck, were into the same shit, music/movie wise. Seem to get along real well most of the time, but its starting to get weird. I'll explain further in a few minutes...
So I've been working with her for a little over 6 months, not close work, but I see her a few times a day to exchange paperwork etc. Over that time I was always friendly with her, we joked around, shit like that. Her mother was very ill and I always was very concerned with it, and was always there to talk with her about it. I asked her out a few times and she had declined saying that she didnt really want to be out in case something happened, she needed to be right there. Understandable. She called me one night to turn me down for a Penguins game (penguinsfan can help me out here ), and we ended up on the phone for like 3 hours, up until her cell died. After that, we exchanged a few emails, basically about her mother, and how much it meant to her that I was there for her. Well her mother died recently, and again, I talked to her on the phone, helped her out as best as I could, went to the funeral home, everything. She seemed genuinly happy that I was there. We talked just like we always did, as friends at work when she came back, not much changed. She told me she needed to get her oil changed, and it was a pain in the ass for her cuz she had to blah blah blah, so I offered to do it for her. Went over her house that night, changed the oil, met her kids (18,16), it was cool as fuck. Even drove around with her and her daughter (18) for a bit, and it wasnt uncomforatble at all. This was last Thursday. On Saturday, we went out, she wanted to get a new tattoo to kind of memorialize her mom, it was the fuckin best day. I felt so comfortable around her and we seemed to get along so good, walking around all day, talkin, got new tats, all that. Heres we it goes downhill...
That night, we decided to go have a drink or two at a local bar, so we did. It was goin great, we started talkin about sex, and shit like that, she was being real flirty with me, givin me certain looks etc. Then I ended up getting WASTED. This is when I fucked up. I remember asking her if she really knew how old I was, well, she did, she looked it up in the office at work (shes an office worker, I'm not). I asked her if that bothered her at all, she said nope. She even went on to tell me that her ex-hub was 10 years younger than her, and her parents had no problem with it and she just always seemed to be with younger people. Great right? Well it gets bad, quick. I was kinda out of if as in I dont remember everything exactly, but I know we had plans to go see my buddies band play tonight. During the convo, I know I asked her what she considered me, and she said a really good friend. (Backstory here is that I am totally smitten with this chick, no idea why, but I can see myself being with her years down the line.) I asked her if there was ever a chance of that changing, and she said "I just need some time." Etc. I fell apart at this as being how drunk I was I took it as rejection. I started in with the whole "I feel I have nothing to offer, blah blah, I know this is the wrong time wah wah." I totally bitched out, but believe me I was TRASHED. I got up, went outside, puked in a garbage can, lol, and just kinda leaned against a railing for I dunno how long. She came outside with 2 friends from inside (young guys, go figure) and asked if I was ok. I was like yeah im fine. So we were gonna leave, she was way less drunk than I was so I stumbled into my car, gave her the keys, she couldnt figure out how to move the seat up (its all electronic), so the 2 guys that were out there were like fuck it well take you guys home. I was stubborn and was like "nope, just go". She left with them, I was a dick and stayed there, slept in my car til the cops woke me up and then I left.
Well I tried to call/message her a couple times on Sunday, no response until late Sunday, saying "I wasnt blowing you off, my phone was off and charging cuz the battery died. You don't have to feel bad or worry about what happened. I'll see ya at work tmrw." I wanted to explain what the fuck happened, I'm on anti-depressants, I didnt eat all day, drank like 10 beers and then had 3 shots within a 2 hour time frame, I was gone. I waited til Tuesday, and I asked about Friday. You still wanna go Friday? "Yeah", she says. Cool. I also said "I really do wanna talk to you to so when you get a free couple of mines can I swing by and we can talk for a bit?" She says, "Look dont worry, it happens to everyone." And I said, "I still wanna explain a few things, so can you let me know when your not busy?" "I'll let ya know." Well she never did, no calls, no messages, no nothin. We still were friendly at work, talkin and jokin around like normal. Well so today is friday, I call up into the office and ask about tonight..and guess what? "Well, probably not, I don't feel good at all, this weather blah blah, maybe when the weather is.." I'm like "Ah its cool, no big deal."
It is a big deal. At least be honest and be like, I don't really wanna hang out with you anymore, you blew it. You guys have no idea how much I like and care for her. If anything, I want to go back to being friends and being able to hang out and talk like we did, but I feel I may have FUBAR'd the whole thing. Did I? Should I maybe email her, or play the "fuck it, I'm done with it" card? I don't really know what to do, I thought I was gonna be able to just move on with it, but I cant. I've lost 15 lbs since Saturday, from 204 to 189.5 today. I'm fuckin fallin apart here. I need you guys' help for real.
Wow sorry for wasting all your time...