Crazy Train

 

I am an auntie who loves instagram.  I don't care that Facebook just bought it, it's fun and makes ordinary extraordinary.

Today was a typical Monday at work.  Annoying girl, lots of phone calls, got yelled at, worked with stupid people and of course, a little drama.

There is a very nice looking and stacked black man working in my office.  I've been stalking him since Friday night and finally figured out his name and that he sits about 10 feet behind me.  YUMMMMMMM  My mistake was in telling the boys that I find him super attractive.  They have not stopped harassing me all day.  They want to know what my game plan is, how will I seduce him etc.  To sum it up, I won't.  I plan on letting it all happen as nature plans it.  I'm not into playing games, if we click we'll we click, no need to force it.

The best part is that H admitted he felt jealous about the whole situation.  Now please keep in mind HE told ME he didn't see me like that.  He's made that abundantly clear.  Yet the last couple of days when I visit on break he wants to hold my hand.  Last night he as we were parting ways he ran back to me and gave me a kiss and a hug.  He sneaks up on me from behind and blows in my ear.  And not in the annoying way like you did as a kid, but in the slightly turn me on way.  I really find this all quite confusing.  Mixed messages much?!  (oh and did I mention he's had a friend in town all weekend)

THEN I realized I was on the crazy train.  Yep 1 week to my period.  TMI, sure, but it explains why I spiraled out of control all afternoon obsessing what his every word and action meant.  I just need to remind myself it's hormonal not necessarily real.  This is in my head and in 2 days I'll go back to being an emotional robot.  Tomorrow has potential for being just as loca en la cabeza.  Maybe early bedtime will help this work it all out.