Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

Hmmm...so I read the comments on yesterday's post, and must give a shout out to Torren for helping to put things in perspective. Unfortunately, I didn't get to read the comments until after the workday was over.

My friend (I'll call her Reba) made arrangements to deliver the certificate to the object of my interest today. She starts giggling about how he invited her to lunch, but he's not her type. I knew that he wasn't her type....knew it all along, but does that mean that he wouldn't try to talk to her? 'Course not. So I sighed internally and put the stupid grin back on my face as she went into her spiel. I didn't look at her, I just listened and nodded appropriately, subtly trying to change the subject. For a minute, I was tempted to think she was doing it on purpose.

What's that phrase again? Relax, relate, release? So I decided to not even be bothered. I know, you think "sloppy seconds" is a retarded notion since she wasn't dating him....but I can't let it go. I guess it's too much pride on my part.....like "well, he's not my type, so even though he asked me out, I'll let you have him." Blah.

Yeah, I know...I was being somewhat shy/anti-social. I can't help it. I get nervous. I made my pathetic attempt at communication at the staff meeting, and I had the whole certificate scenario planned out....I was just too quiet, and Reba was around.

But you know what? I don't care anymore. I've got other things to focus on....like the job search. Argh! Vacation? Still undecided.