Crying?!
In my defence, I was drunk and it seemed a good idea at the time.

Was out clubbing with some of my workmates one night and J was there. J is someone I work with so I have to pretend professionalism. But he's GORGEOUS. Not too tall, not too short, with shoulders and a chest to die for.
And, obviously mistakenly, I thought he liked me! He flirted and always found an excuse to hug me and would never let me get a taxi home alone. He's a real gentleman.

I digress.

We are out clubbing and having a lovely time and I decide that tonight is the night he shall find out that I'm totally wanting to wear him like a new coat. I make the fatal error of telling another colleague that I'm in looooove.
She tells her other half. Who has a thing for me, as evidenced by his continued attempts at groping and HIS attempt at pickup lines (you got great tits love, I'd well do you).

Before you get the wrong idea, she knows he is like this and when they go out, they both get free rein for the night to do whatever with each other. Not my place to judge, whatever works for them, etc etc.

I digress again. This bastard then goes and tells J "that she well wants to fuck you, mate, get in there".

Did I mention J is a gentleman? He runs a mental fucking mile away. Then twatface comes up and tells me what he's said and that J seemed less than impressed, "but don't worry cos you still got me like and I bet I got a bigger dick than him".

I'm drunk, I start to cry a little. My perfect plan and all the effort I made tonight is fucked up. J has seen me crying, and comes over.

NONONONONONNONONONO, don't come over. He does the "hey babe, I really like you, I do, but as really good friends. Please don't cry". Yep, he thinks I'm crying because I've been rejected by him. I just make some noise about I think he got his lines crossed somewhere as I don't know what he's talking about. He looks confused and walks away.

Bollocks.

Moral of this story. Tell a guy you like him to his face. Preferably without booze and interfering knob jockeys.

Or don't say anything at all and lust from afar, which is currently what I'm doing. It's the works Christmas party this Saturday... Do I try again?

And sorry for length, but this has been really cathartic :)
(becky_bubbles, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 19:40, 5 replies)

Send the guy
who you fancy an email concerning official stuff, add a PS: saying that you wish he was your secret santa.
( The Scrunt Wants a Dozen Pints, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 20:03, closed)

I wish I could, but I don't work in an office environment to send emails and such. Big day tomorrow! Think I'll leave it though...
Not for fear of the effects, I just want to enjoy my night out without stressing and maybe he'll see I'm confident and happy and all that, and maaaybe that'll be more attractive to him?
Meh, plenty more men in the sea...
(becky_bubbles, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 20:10, closed)

He does not like you
If he did he would have taken the opportunity already!
(mpaz52, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 20:45, closed)

If I were you I would ignore mpaz
If you read through his (I presume from the comments that have been made that he is indeed a he, no offence intended if I'm incorrect) replies to other QOTW answers, it's clear he's a person of strong opinions.
Which is not to say that he is necessarily incorrect, merely that I believe the world isn't as clear-cut as all that.


I know it's stating the obvious but the only person who can answer the question as to whether or not you should try again is you.
You have to ask yourself whether the way you feel about him is strong enough to warrant trying again. If you're not sure, then I think you might have your answer.

Of course, if you do go for it again and he declines a second time, then it suggests that his taste is rather poor.

Either way, I hope your Christmas night out was/is(?) fun (sorry, not sure what time-zone you're in).
(Pope Jamiroquai III, Sun 13 Dec 2009, 2:04, closed)

part 2
so is there a part two to this tale?
(thebarkingdog, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 6:17, closed)