I’ve had my eye on this girl in my dance class for quite some time. Mostly because she’s the only one who isn’t married, engaged or with a boyfriend, but she was also cute as hell. A couple of months passed where we’d exchange a few words here and there, but we got to talking after class one day and continued as we walked out into the parking lot together. Very cool.
The next week she came up to me with a question:
“I need a guy’s opinion on something…” she began.
“Oh?” I prompted.
“So there’s this guy at my gym – one of the the trainers that I’m friendly with – and he just sent me a text asking if I wanted to go out for dinner tomorrow night. So… do you think he’s interested in me?” she asked.
I certainly am, I felt like saying. But my heart sank. Of course this guy is interested in her, and I told her so. And there goes my chance, I noted ruefully.
“That’s what I thought,” she said, making a face. My hopes lifted when I saw her expression.
“Why, would you rather he not be interested in you?” I inquired.
She hesitated. “I mean, he’s a nice guy, but…” I just nodded. She didn’t need to say anymore. That’s the biggest and saddest heap of men ever. God knows I’ve been shunted into that pile many times, and most likely she’d already placed me there too. However, I wanted to seize the opportunity and make some kind of move, but I didn’t want to risk it just then. I have a tendency to blurt a lot of stupid shit without thinking first – something I’ve gotten a better handle on over the years. So I filed it away for later.
Two weeks later I took the plunge. I decided to be cheeky and turn the whole thing around on her.
“So… I need a girl’s opinion on something,” I began.
She laughed. “Okay, shoot.”
“So a couple of weeks ago this pretty girl came up to me and told me she needed a guy’s opinion on something. She wanted to know whether I thought this dude at the gym was hitting on her. I was wondering whether she just wanted my opinion, or whether she was trying to drop a hint that she was single. What do you think?”
“Aha that was very creative of you there,” she said. “Yeah, I’m single but I’m actually trying to do me right now for a bit. It’s kind of a long story. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression – totally not my intention. Props to you, though, on your creativity with that.”
Sigh. Pretty much what I expected to hear. But at least I tipped her off that I was interested.
We were already Facebook friends at this point, so I started going through some of her pictures and noted that one or two looked awfully familiar. I’d knew I’d seen her somewhere before, and I was pretty sure I knew where. So I logged into my ghost OKC account and started looking through all the girls her age near her town. Sure enough, there she was. I remembered coming across her profile a long time ago. I noticed that she hadn’t logged in for a couple of months, so that part about wanting some “me time” appeared to be true. Nonetheless, I’d imagine that you don’t say things like that to people you might be interested in.
More recently I’ve noticed that’s she active on OKC again. So I guess her “me” time is over now. We’re back to small talk during and after dance class, and my last Facebook message to her went read and unanswered. I would have liked to have asked her out, and I suppose I still could, but this feels like another dead end. Oh well.