I like you. I really like you. You intrigue me like crazy. And I like learning small things about you. Every time I learn something new about you, I feel like I've unlocked a secret.
And I never really expected to be interested in you. Sure, I found you cute and you were fun to work with because of the way you liked to call me princess and joke around with me. But that's all I really expected it to ever be.
And then I got drunk. And you weren't even drunk! Haha, I resent you for that. Because I can't even remember making a conscious decision to kiss you back. I can't remember how that happened at all. And then we went back to work and the first thing you said to me was "This isnt awkward right?" and it wasn't. All good, constant flirting and if I'm not mistaken, extreme sexual tension.
And then you texted me when I asked you to call me and give me my work schedule for the next day. And then we started texting back and forth occasionally. And then New Years. Ah, New Years. Haha I was drunk when you got there, but sobered up semi a lot by the time we were watching Finding Nemo. And I slept with you. Literally. Not in the other way, because I decided that was a bad idea. And in the morning the words you said were "This didn't happen."
And after that I was pretty sure that that was that and nothing else was going to come of it. Especially because the flirting was incredibly less at work.
Then I realized I cared. When you were so out of it, I was like what the fuck because I actually cared. And I hadn't realized that. And you talked to me about it. And it made me want to know you.
And now here we are, communicating a little by text and hanging out to eat randomly. And I am doing my best not to care because I don't want to care and I don't want to develop feelings for you. But you're like this mysterious good guy and it's hard not to.
