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The Second Freak Out | The Clarification
Friday morning I dragged myself out of bed rather begrudgingly. My eyes were puffy from crying the night before. Even if I wasn't sure how I felt about Office Boy yet, it was still an emotional night.
Shortly after I arrived at work, Office Boy stopped by. He didn't say anything. He just walked in with puppy dog eyes and a sad face.
"It's fine," I said. I didn't want to deal with this right now. I get it. You feel bad. But this is not the place to deal with your feelings.
I did my best to avoid him for the rest of the day and headed home. On the way back, my phone rang. Office Boy was calling.
What does he want? I thought I made it clear yesterday that this kind of behavior makes me think he wants to date me.
I answered it and we had our usual commute home conversation. I spent the evening with my second family from CNU and he had plans to go out with friends so texting ceased around 7:30pm.
Saturday was a long and crazy day. A friend's father had unexpectedly passed away earlier that week which brought my sister into town, so after a whirlwind morning of trying on bridesmaid dresses, an emotionally draining afternoon at the funeral, and a brief respite at a White Sulphur Springs open house reunion, I headed over to Office Boy's for a movie night—plans made prior to the conversation two days before.
It was a nice opportunity to get away from things and clear my head. All I had been able to think about for the large majority of the day was how Mr. Davenport was just a few months older than my dad and it could've easily been my own father. I could've easily come home from work one day only to discover that I would never see my father again.
In order to accommodate more comfort, Office Boy flattened out his futon so it resembled the size of a full size bed. This allowed us to both lay down without having to squashed up next to each other and consistently touching. We turned on a movie and conversation ceased. And then weird things began to happen.
He would reach over and scratch my back. Or touch my hair and rub my head. Or scoot closer and put his arm around me, pulling me into the spooning position. I left his apartment after the movie was done and nearly burst into tears.
I can't do this. I thought maybe I could just be friends with him and snuggle occasionally and it would be no big deal. But that's not me. I realized that no matter how much I wished I could, I couldn't separate the physical from the emotional. And I couldn't handle it. I nearly cried myself to sleep that night because I was so conflicted.
The next morning I got up and showered for church. I walked back into the room where my older sister and her friend Lindsey were.
"You got a text message or someone called," Lindsey said.
I looked at my phone. I had a missed call from Office Boy.
Why is he calling me at 10am on a Sunday?
Hey, I'm getting ready for church. Did you need something right now or can it wait until later? I texted.I don't need anything. I'm just driving to the office and wanted to chat.Oh, sorry.Don't worry about it.
Though the early morning call confused me even further, I put it out of my mind. I went off to church and had a wonderful morning followed by a bit of free time after which I headed back to the church for Easter pageant auditions. While I was there, Office Boy texted me. And continued to text me for the rest of the evening.
What the heck is going on?
He called and texted on Friday. He was touchy-feely and snuggling on Saturday. He called on Sunday morning and texted all afternoon/evening.
Was he just trying to avoid complications? I thought. Maybe he does still like me. But he said he hadn't thought about dating me, so he must not like me. But why else would he keep calling and texting and wanting to snuggle? What the heck is going on?
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