I was running late for work yesterday morning, and I know he leaves about 15 minutes after I do, so it shouldnt have been such a surprise to see his door open at the exact same time I opened mine to leave. But every time we bump into each other, Im jolted with electricity.
Hes wishy-washy, sure. So even though hed mentioned his sons birthday party last Sunday when he had me over at the last minute (because hed forgotten that we were supposed to go out), I realize it wasnt an invitation.
I have crazy fantasies about him. I daydream about how and when and where were going to have our first sexual encounter. I know its wrong. I know the timings waaaaaay off. Im setting myself up.
I knew I shouldnt do it, but I couldnt help but ask–
Me: Is he going to invite me to the party tonight?
Magic 8 Ball: No.
Me: Does he like me?
Magic 8 Ball: Yes.
Me: Will we eventually have sex?
Magic 8 Ball: Rely on it.
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