So there's this guy. I work with him at... where I work. More specifically, he's my intern. We've worked together now for about two months, give or take. Last night he asked me out, officially. I say officially because since he started, I could tell he quite possibly had a thing for me. He had implied he thought we should hang out during the first two weeks he was there... At this point I was more annoyed than anything. You know when guys show an interest in you but you can tell it's more of a "you have a vagina and I have a penis" thought that's inspiring this more than an actual attraction... That's what I felt this was. But last night he asked me out. He was very kind and honest, and simply stated that he thinks of me a lot and thinks we vibe together nicely.
The thing is, he's right. And that's my issue.
This kid is fine, and on paper, more than that. He could be perfection. He's attractive, educated. He tries to make me laugh and sometimes even succeeds. He's nice and kind and relatable. He dresses well and isn't awkward. And still, I just can't get into it.
I know this is nothing new. People feel how they feel. I've seen countless rom-coms and read many books that stress this very sentiment. The heart wants what it wants.
Still, I can't help but ask myself, "what the hell is wrong with me?" I feel like this is the story of my life. That I like guys that don't like me, and guys like me who I don't like... It all feels very hopeless. Especially with this recent case because I can't figure out why I don't like him. And it makes me wonder if I'll ever be on the same page as someone else, or if I'll forever be missing other people.
