Those that know me understand that when it comes to guys, I either get completely wrapped up in the idea of one boy (A), to the point of exhaustion, or I move on really quickly from multiple guys(B). I go for guys I can't have so then want, and then I go for guys that I didn't think about until they started giving me attention. Generally it's the latter that make the awkward shift from B to A, but by that point, they're either over me or it was just a game and/or harmless flirting, and I become B to them.
That being said, when B turns to A, it's always a bit weird... are "dates" dates or dates? Are we FWBs or potentially something more? Am I dating you or distracting you?
I tend to have this problem of getting excited over little things... like getting a new pen (Precise V5 Extra Fine is my favorite), a cup of tea, finding the perfect card (which I did last night... Hither check your mail later this week), and going on potential dates. So much so, that I plan my hair drying/straightening schedule around it (my hair is a whole issue of it's own) and actually pick out my clothes the night before... an hour of mixing and matching, sauntering in heeled boots (that I can't wear yet because 1. the occasion was a bit too casual for them and 2. he's really, really short) and flats, a dress and leggings, jeans and a blazer... angsting over my reflection and deciding I hate my wardrobe. Is all of this really necessary? He and I used to randomly live together... he saw me in booty shorts with a towel wrapped around my head... But I enjoy looking cute, and having an excuse to experiment with new outfits and possibly reap the rewards.
So I spend a night planning my wardrobe for this movie "hangout" or whatever it is/turns out to be, and then what happens? I get a text this morning... he's sick.
But at least my boss complimented me on my outfit.
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