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I stared at my phone in disbelief. This is a joke. It has to be a joke.
Umm...possibly. Who? I texted back.
It's my best friend.
Ahh. Well, I mean. Maybe.
Can you send me a picture?
Of me?
Duh.
I don't have any on my phone.
Oh. :(
I do have some on my computer though.
Could you email it to me?
Sure.
My head was reeling. What the heck was going on? Clearly this has to be a legitimate friend and not some clever ploy by Office Boy because why else would he need a picture? He sees me every day at work. He knows what I look like. I pulled up my photos and began to sift through them all, looking for a semi-recent picture where I wasn't making a completely ridiculous face and was not with lots of other people. This proved a bit harder than I expected.
I finally found a picture that fit the bill, sent it to him and returned to the conversation.
So, umm...do I get to know anything else about this guy? Maybe get a picture myself?
He doesn't have pictures on his phone.
Oh. Well, what's his name?
Alfred*.
Anything else?
He was a theater major.
Ok.
My brain was going into overdrive. I couldn't figure out what the heck was going on. Had I been reading the signals wrong this entire time? Was I really that off when it came to interpreting the actions of the male gender? Because if that's the case...I may as well just give up right now. My friend Matt, who had been giving me advice often regarding Office Boy, was on Facebook. I sent him a Facebook message with a lot of words that basically boiled donw to "WTF?"
He did his best to calm me down, to offer some logical explanation, but all three explanations he gave were completely viable and I had no idea how to tell which one was actually true.
I called my best friend, trying to calm myself down. I was reacting to this far more emotionally than I should be. After all...I wasn't even sure if I wanted him to ask me out. Sure, it was fun to flirt a little at work, but was I really interested? Did I really want this to progress any further than harmless flirtation in the office? I honestly wasn't sure. She suggested that the two of us meet Office Boy and Best Friend for dinner, that way it wouldn't be so high pressure.
Hey, so, I'm gonna be honest. The thought of a blind date kind of weirds me out a little bit and so I was wondering if maybe the two of you wouldn't mind going together with me and my best friend so we could meet in a less high pressure environment.
He's actually being shy about it now.
Oh, ok.
But I can still have dinner with you and your best friend.
But the point of having dinner was for me to meet Alfred in a less high stress environment. If he's not gonna be there, it kind of defeats the purpose.
But I like dinner. I had it today. And yesterday. And the day before...
Yes, I know, but still, it defeats the original purpose of the dinner if Alfred isn't there.
Ok.
So does he just not want to go out anymore?
He got all shy and stuff when I asked him.
Wait...were you texting both of us at the same time to see if we wanted to go on a date with each other?
Yea. But I asked you first, just to check.
Ahh.
I'm sorry. I really wanted it to work out.
It's fine. Not a big deal.
Are you mad?
No, I'm not mad. Confused, yes. Mad, no.
Well, what can I do to unconfuse you?
Oy vey, I thought. I do not want to have this conversation tonight. Or any time soon, for that matter.
It's not really a conversation to have over text message.
I returned my attention to Matt, with whom I was video chatting. He continued to offer advice and all possible and plausible explanations, each with the caveat that, seeing as he had never actually met Office Boy, this was all just conjecture and theory.
Because that helps so much.
A moment later, my phone buzzed. And kept buzzing. I looked down at it. Office Boy was calling.
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