So last night I’m talking with this guy who I’ve been in advisory with all year. He’s quiet, cute, and very fun to talk to about a variety of different subjects. We can go from music, to television shows, to popular internet jokes, trading back and forth and bantering without ceasing for quite some time. Never, though, did I expect what happened on Valentine’s Day.
He winked at me. That was it. On the stairs in his Woodstock shirt with the black blazer over it like the adorable band geek that he is, he winked. And I had butterflies for a solid half an hour, debating what the wink had meant and if it was flirty or just friendly or even an accident altogether.
Well that was a new and terrifying experience. But then we start talking on Facebook more frequently and I realize that maybe I’ve been crushing on him quietly for a long time now, unwilling to let go of my idiotic habit of liking only douche canoes. So after thinking about all the stupid things I tend to do, I told him a liked him. And he liked me…
And he asked me (using my common Jane-isms) to be his “co-human”. That’s the first time I’ve ever been asked out. Ever. I’ve always been the one asking other people out. It was nice to have someone else, especially someone so shy and sweet, assert their desire to be with me in a romantic way. I was overjoyed.
So yes, now I have a co-human who is kind of amazing and wonderful and sweet and silly and cute. I’m a happy Jane.
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