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When I was in college, I was pretty into a girl, but was too nervous to ask her out. I'm also famously oblivious.
A few months into this, she texts me saying she needs someone to peer review a paper, and wants me to come over to her place the next night around 10. She also specifically says her roommate will he out and she knows neither of us are seeing anyone, so we'll both be free to meet up.
So I go over there, and she comes out wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. I figure she's wanting to go to bed pretty soon.
She asks if I want a drink, and I ask for some water..She grabs it for me and sits next to me on the couch, and I lean in and.... ask for the paper.
She's like, "Oh, yeah." And she goes and prints it out and brings it to me.
It was pretty rough, and I peer-reviewed the shit out of it. I show her a bunch of mistakes and stuff, tell her she has some work to do, and leave.
I didn't realize how much of a seemingly-cruel dumbass I was for like a year.
The year after i graduated college i went back to visit for some alumni thing. I ran into this guy i had been flirty with the year before and he invited me over to his room to "hang out". When I got there, he had just done laundry and had clean sheets he needed to put on his bed. I offered to help. I offered by sprawling my whole body, ass up, across his bed so I could tuck the corner in.
And then...
I helped him make his bed and clean the rest of his room. And we had a really nice chat and catch up. A couple of hours later, we hugged goodbye and I left.
tell me this has a good end and you guys are together now
while yeah hindsight is clear.. that's the right way to play that. it's on her to make the move in that position, not for you to make her uncomfortable
Oh god, this is painful.
Oh man, I can feel the pain of that realization hitting in the middle of the night a year later.
Once at a music festival I was chatting with a girl while standing in line. We talked for about an hour, did our shopping together and when we were returning to our camps, she said "I'm over there, under that banner if You would like to find me later and hang out". I said "I doubt that I will find You in this crowd" and went to my camp. I realized what I have done even before reaching my tent. Is it worse to realize a year later or 12min later but still not be able to take it back?
I mean 12 minutes later you still knew where to find her...
The eternal question. If the only difference is knowing, is knowing always better?
I have been so depressed this week and you just made me laugh so hard and for so long my cat came into the room to check on me. I can totally relate to the obliviousness. I wouldn't recognize flirting if you wrote it on a sign and held it in front of my face
The funny thing is I'm generally excellent at reading people, except when it comes to romantic stuff involving me. Reading people is a huge part of my job, and I'm excellent at what I do.
What do you do?
I work in the development office of a very small municipality with very wealthy, powerful residents. My exact role and the nature of the city for which I work are both fairly unique, so I really don't like going into too much detail. I get Open Records requests from major publications regarding cases I work on fairly frequently, and I'd rather not have one of their web searches find my Lemmy account.
This is on her. If she was interested she would have suggested a make-out break before getting started.
Fuck bro. I feel pain for you after reading that.