I'm still reeling from yesterday. I've been grinning like a fool for the last 23 hours and my face hurts. Its fecking crazy.
About two weeks ago I had to talk to Green Eyes and a co-worker of his, R. What I had to talk to them about concerned them both. And there was another guy (J) there at the same time. Green Eyes and R were on opposite sides of me, so I could only look at one of them at any given time, whilst J was sitting opposite me. Now, I am well aware that R likes me. But I don't reciprocate that feeling, so I've always kept it professional between us. The sticky bit is that Green Eyes and R are both aware that the other also likes me. And there is a bit of rivalry between them.
So I was talking to Green Eyes and R about their thing. They're working on the same thing, but separately. I would talk to Green Eyes for a bit, then refer to something to do with R, point to him and start talking to him. Then I'd need to refer to Green Eyes and switch back to talking about him. At one point it got too confusing so I was looking at J (who was middle ground) and just talking to everybody. Green Eyes and R were obviously eyeing off each other. J looked at R, looked at Green Eyes, looked back at R, and then looked at me. And the look on his face was classic. It was realisation and recognition of exactly what was going on. By this stage both Green Eyes and R were staring at me. And I felt naked. It was very weird having three guys in a row looking at you like you're naked, but in different ways.
I blushed. I hate blushing. I find the act of blushing itself quite embarrassing.
This is (hopefully) the last I'll blog about Green Eyes. I really like him and if it doesn't work out its going to be really hard. So until it ends, or it gets serious, this should be the last you'll hear of him for a while.
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Ok, I have to catch up with ur posts, and if u don't mind me saying, since the cat-chat, there's been some up and down mood kinda thing...
But it's nice to see the most recent post is the most upbeat.
Ah, yes, we'll have to respect your privacy. But you know we'll all be dying to know what's going on!
Just came across your blog! Glad to see you're a "Sexually liberated minion." I hope you're your own minion and no one else's. Because what good would be if you're "liberated?" Technically, a minion is "an obsequious follower or dependent; a sycophant," according to the The Free Dictionary.com. I was thinking about writing in my blog about the mere lack of penises on TV and in film. Personally, I would like to see more of them. Do you agree?
I'm guessing the host of the PenisSecret blog is likely to agree with Lucy re more dicks in the public domain.
Hope it works out in a bloggable way for you, Phishez.
Wow, if blushing is embarrassing, you're lucky you didn't get caught in an endless embarrassment spiral until all the blood in your body rushed to your cheeks and your face exploded.
That happened to me once.
It's raining!
Good luck to you!
Itelli - its just typical 'dealing with men' shit
Me - I know. I'm dying to know whats going on too.
Lucy - its 'sexually liberated' minion. Or an oxymoron. And yes - more penis would be good. I need a laugh.
Lad Litter - Its going to be good blog fodder either way. Nothing gets the masses quite like broken-heart-syndrome or yay-it-worked.
Diesel - did you have to get plastic surgery to get your face put back together?
Ingsco - no rain, just a few clouds.
Very much with you on the hating-blushing-thing I seem to blush when unaware that I'm embarrassed, like my body is telling me that I ought to be! Which then becomes very embarrassing...etcetc...
What's the saying about jealousy being a green-eyed monster? Hope this guy fares better...
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