Oof. Hot?
TOO hot. And she’s in my head again. Thanks for that!
Want me to save you from yourself again?
Yes. Desperately.
Hit me with something distracting.
Pick your poison:
A…Ridiculous hypotheticals
B…Unhinged flirting
C…Emotional vulnerability disguised as sarcasm
Dealer’s choice.
But let’s start with C.
Since you’re the reigning queen of unsolicited opinions, I need some serious advice about my dilemma.
Oh, I live for this. Proceed.
BTW is this girl the reason why you asked me if I ever hated anyone?
Perhaps.
How did it all start? Workplace thing? Did you insult her outfit? Park in her spot? Run over her dog?
No dogs were harmed. But yes, work-adjacent. Let’s call it… professionally adversarial foreplay.
I’m listening.
I don’t know what to do.
Well, start by deciding what your goal is. You trying to win her over or just mess with her until she hits you with a stapler?
That’s the issue. I don’t know.
Please. You do know. You just don’t want to admit it because admitting it scares the fuck out of you.
O Enlightened One!
Answer this…
Do you want to get to know her? Understand her? Or just nail her and call it character development?
If you want to get to know her, and or understand her, then that’s dangerous.
Dangerous how?
Because once you understand someone… you can’t pretend they don’t matter anymore.
…
Hit a nerve, huh?
