Which I took care of last night. I had a great night out with EM. We had dinner at a Pan Asian restaurant in Fairfield called Wild Rice then to a bar which is owned or co-owned by a former boss of ours. Someone we really didn't much like working for, but this place seemed cool. We had a lot of fun. Just having a "girls night" and reminiscing, chatting up the bartenders and their friend sitting by us.
Let me digress a moment and say my way of talking tends to be a bit flirtatious. So much so that I don't realize I'm doing it. I'd likely flirt with a man of God and not know I'm doing it. That's just who I am. Weird, right? Well, when said guy at the bar went to the bathroom, EM informed me I was flirting with him. The shock to me? He was flirting back... he was? I was oblivious to it. Well, I thought she was nuts but when she walked away and he asked for my number, I realized I was wrong. I was apprehensive for a moment then decided why the heck not! My apprehension? He's 8 years younger than I am! Holy cow! HAH! Oh well.
People keep telling me not to worry about these types of things so I'm trying. It just seems weird to me. Why would a 22 year old want to talk with a 30 year old (besides the fact he doesn't know how old I am - although I mentioned being at FHS at the same time as John Mayer, AKA the douchbag). What would we have in common? But how can I know without finding out? So here I am, planning on not thinking so much. Lets see how well that works out for me.
I think too much.