Whatever.

Okay, I'm officially tired of waiting for The Fourth to ask me out.  I still like him and I'll still talk to him and text or whatever, but this is ridiculous.  Today we e-mailed back and forth all day and I sat and talked with him in his office this morning, too.  He's not a shy person, so that's not his problem.  I'm just going to chalk this up to him not being that into me...because otherwise he'd do something more than flirt.  Dumb.  Does he even realize what he's missing out on?!

Wow.  I'm actually impressed with my thought process.  Maybe He's Just Not That Into You worked on me.  Instead of wondering why he doesn't seem to like me, I have an answer:  there's something wrong with him.  Not me.  HIM.  Ha!

Hopefully I can keep this way of thinking in the future, too.  I don't see why not.  I'm far from perfect, but I'm still a great catch and the guy that I end up with will be lucky to have me.  So any guys who don't see how awesome I am or don't jump on not letting me get away aren't worth my energy.  Depending on how observant he is, The Fourth is going to notice a big change from my past to current interest in flirting with him.

Congratulations, Sophie.  You win.

Introspection

Once upon a time, Charlie broke up with me (in February) and I told Ethan about it.  He and I were already buddies, but it was my breakup that had us talking a lot more and it was all because of his friend Kenneth.  Apparently these two have been best friends for years and as soon as I was single, Ethan told me that he had to introduce me to Kenneth and a couple of weeks later he did.  Kenneth came by to have lunch with Ethan, so Ethan called me to come on out to the hallway if I was free.  I already knew that he might be coming by that day and I'd told my co-worker Norah about it, too.  So she saw him when she was walking back to our office from the bathroom and said that he was cute.  I went out and talked to him for several minutes and Ethan even left us alone--on purpose--before he came back and joined in again.  I dazzled Kenneth with my football knowledge and he told Ethan that I was cute as soon as they turned the corner away from me--according to Ethan.  I also thought that Kenneth was cute.

Drunk Texts and Winking

On Saturday night I was kind of delighted to see that The Fourth had texted me because he was away with his friends for the weekend and texting means that he was thinking about me. So even though it was late, I texted something quick back that he received the following morning.  I was half-awake when I got it and we texted back and forth a few times.

Fast forward to later in the afternoon.  He returned my last message from the morning and then we messaged a few times over the course of several hours.  He was drinking with his friends and informed me that he was drunk pretty early in the evening.  Then around 10:30 the texts got drunker and drunker and flirtier and flirtier.  I won't hurt your eyes or your heads by reposting them word-for-word because of all the misspellings.  In one seventeen word text, seven words were typed correctly; three of them were "it," "of," and "a."  Curiously another was "don't" and I have no idea how he got the apostrophe in there accurately.

Here is the information that I got from his texts:

-I have a hot and nice body
-Picking up "hot boys" at my parents' house isn't apparently weird (Okay, this one I'll explain.  I told him that I'd just driven home from my parents' and he asked if I brought home a hot boy.  I told him that my choices were my dad, my brother, or the dog...so, no, I didn't pick anyone up).
-I don't have to sleep with a boy if I bring him home
-If The Fourth came to visit, he wouldn't try to have sex with me
-I am hot enough to have sex with, but he wouldn't want to force me (Um, good?  Forced sex = rape, so I'm glad that he's taking that off the table)

Yesterday morning I texted him to say, "I hope that you're not too hungover this morning and that you have fun reading your sent texts from last night. :)"  I wanted him to know exactly what he'd been saying as soon as he woke up.  He texted back later that morning:


The Fourth (8:58am):  Hahahahahahaha boy. I had a thing for you last night!

Oh, come on, The Fourth!  You have a thing for me in general, not just Sunday night!  Whatever.  He e-mailed me to say something similar and to give a longer explanation.  I forwarded this stuff to Ethan who read it today.  He actually knows The Fourth!!  He doesn't know him well, but he knows him enough to like him and think that he's probably a good guy.  He also said that he seems "nerdy, but cool."  Sounds about right to me.

This morning I sat in The Fourth's office and talked to him for about ten minutes before I went upstairs.  I left when the co-worked that he shares his office with came in.  I said good bye to The Fourth and he said that he'd talk to me later...and then HE WINKED AT ME!  I know that isn't a big deal or anything, but it was so cute!  I was kind of smiling all day about it.

He still hasn't asked me out, though.

Nick's Not Gone?

I wasn't really expecting to hear from Nick again, so I was surprised to get a text message from him on Sunday morning:

Nick (11:48am):  You better be cheering on my jets today! :)

I didn't really know how I should respond because I didn't want to do anything to encourage him.  I mean, this guy definitely isn't right for me.  I also didn't want to ignore him either.

Lila (12:51pm):  Sure thing :)

I rooted for them, but it didn't do any good.  I thought of texting him after the game to say "too bad" or something, but didn't.  There's no need.  I wonder if I'll hear from him again, though.

High School Calling, Part II

Sam replied back to my Facebook message on January 6th, but I forgot to post it.

From:  Sam
Subject:  Hellooooooooo!

"Darn, wish they started argueing a little sooner.  lol.  Thank you for the compliments, I don't know what i would do without them."

Okay...I said that I was glad that he had a nice family...I guess that that was a compliment?  Anyway, I think that this was a weird response and I chose not to reply back again.

I found that stuffed alligator, though.  Is it bad that now I don't want to give it to him even though I said that if I still had it, I would?  I don't really want to see him again, so I guess that I won't worry about it.  I mean, how is he going to find out that I still have it, anyway?

E-mail Is Better Than Texting, Right?

On Thursday morning I talked to The Fourth for a little more than ten minutes in the hallway outside his office, but didn't hear from him for the rest of the day.  Earlier in the week we graduated from text messages to work e-mails after I told him that I really couldn't text at work.  Anyway, not hearing from him had me wondering if something was wrong until I remembered that it doesn't matter if he's not contacting me.  He either likes me or he doesn't and he might ask me out or he might not.  I'm not going to sit at home and wait for him to decide, though.

But thinking that didn't stop me from stand around talking to him for about forty minutes yesterday morning.  I was already over time for the week, so being late didn't matter.  We talked about our families mostly, and what we do with them for fun or at family gatherings and things.  It was really good.  He told me that he'd not be at work on Monday so that I shouldn't text him to say, "Way to be late," when I get to work and he's not there, which is what I normally do.  "Because then I'd have to tell you that I was still skiing and you'd reply with 'You. Are. A. Jerk.'"  He's not wrong!

He left early that day, but until he did we e-mailed a lot of short messages back and forth.  He thinks that I should come skiing sometime and I think that I'm better suited to drink hot chocolate inside a warm building instead.  Still talking about vacation days, I told him that I'd be happy to take some of his off his hands.  He responded that I could just take unpaid leave for a day and hang out with him and he could pay me what I'd lose.  I told him that that would be too much like him paying to hang out with me, so that we should just both call in sick sometime and do something fun.  Like in the summer, we could take a day and go to the beach.  He agreed to that idea, and when I mentioned that it sucked that summer was so far off, he said that airfare to Florida wasn't very expensive at this time of year.  I kind of agreed, but there's no way that I'm going to fly to the beach with a guy that I'm just friends with--and not even close friends with.

I'm really glad to be getting to know him, though.  I invited him to the cocktail party that Sophie, Dwight, and I are throwing next month, so we'll see if he attends.  I hope that he does.

Um...Quick Question

I was working out with Colin (my new trainer) last night. He had me doing this eliptical exercise and periodically I was glancing up at the TV. There were tons of commercials for Valentine's Day (barf). Then Colin said, "When is Valentine's Day? Is it the 12th?" I was like, what?! So I gave him a little shocked gasp. He then responded with, "I don't have a girlfriend, so I have no idea." I told him that it was the 14th. He responded with something like oh ok and maybe something about the stupidity of the holiday. Or maybe that's just what was going through my head. I told him how I was going to visit a friend and his wife that weekend (Kansas) and we both agreed how kind of strange that was. He asked if it was somewhere cool. I told him that it was Kansas. He immediately felt sympathetic and asked if you could ski there or maybe it was nice and warm. I informed him that Kansas is very flat, no mountains to ski, and that it's probably 5-10 degrees right now. What was I thinking buying a ticket there?

But that's not my question. My question is: Does it mean anything if a guy straight up tells you that he has no gf even when it's not really part of the conversation? Or am I just that desperate to have some excitement, some mystery, or romance in my life? Colin is definitely not Lance, but he is growing on me. I don't foresee a future, but as we all are aware, I need something interesting in my life.