Yes, yet another act of self-sabotage.
Working in the Cooper Building Downtown for my friend Christine in her fashion showroom, turns out there is a new juice store "Pressed Juicery" that is the MOST amazing juice ever, beating out every green juice I ever had.
The manager is SUPER cute looks like Tony Goldwyn. I though eh, he's probably gay so I was super outgoing and friendly and talked about my troubles with juice in Oregon and how I lost all this weight and its a way of life and kept coming back every morning for my juice and every night to take it home, well one day I was feeling particularly confident from the way he looked at me and from him getting a little flustered when I came by that he might be straight.
So I stopped by the other little market first, saw he was there, and came out to talk to him. He had gone on a delivery. I said to the other guy "Where's my boyfriend he was just here?!" he laughed and told me. I said "Is he straight? Married? Girlfriend?" "Yes and No" Okay! I said, and went back up to work.
That night I snuck out the back freight elevator and walked one extra block away to catch the bus when the easiest stop is right in front of the shop, I was so terrified by my actions.
Tonight was the last night I was working there and I did the same thing. As I passed the store (on the bus) at my usual bus stop time of 4:30, he was standing outside on the sidewalk looking around. Was he looking for me? He glanced and saw me on the bus. I'm such an asshole.
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