Man… part of me feels embarrassed for posting this, but hell… most of you folks are good people and maybe whatever advice is given to me can help someone else who’s in a similar predicament.
So, those of you who knew me back in the stripclubbing hayday when I was posting regularly probably know that I recently got a divorce. I don’t make any big secret about it. Well, anyway, I mentioned once or twice that there was this girl at work that I was really attracted to. I never pursued asking her out or anything, because even though my ex and I were separated, we were still married, and I still felt a moral obligation to not do anything remotely resembling cheating.
Well, that was about 6 months ago. I’ve now been divorced for almost 3 months, and I figure I’ve had enough time to decompress from that ordeal. That co-worker is now on first shift, and I’m on second. I have a 50 mile commute and usually plan for a 30 minute margin of error for traffic problems along the way. Thankfully, it’s usually clear most of the time, so I generally spend the half hour hanging out and shooting the breeze with said co-worker, who I will call Sarah. So yesterday, after she left, I made the decision that I was going to nut up and ask her out for Saturday night when I saw her today.
Now I should interject that marriage has caused me to revert back to a complete rank amateur when it comes to the dating scene, so I was scared to death. Not only was I afraid of rejection in general, but having someone I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with tear my heart to pieces added on to the apprehension. I’m sure those of you who’ve been through divorce know what I’m talking about here. It’s the extreme fear you face when you have to decide whether or not to get back on that proverbial horse.
So anyway, today rolls around, and I head to work. When I got there, I saw that half of first shift was GONE, including Sarah, and those who were there were pushing brooms and carrying cleaning supplies. This basically meant there is no production work to be done, and everyone would be assigned clean-up duty (what we call “5S”). I ask the first shift manager where his crew went, and he said they’d headed to one of the local Indian casinos. I KNEW Sarah had to be with them. It was a one of those “I know that I know that I know” gut feelings. So, I asked if it were possible to take a vacation day since there wasn’t any work, and my manager said yes. Zing! Down to the casino I went.
I got there, and sure enough, everyone was in one of the bars, well on their way to being sauced, including Sarah. She saw me and was all “Hey, it’s my buddy! What are you doing here? Came to see me, huh?” Damned alcohol… truth serum that it is, she basically called me out. Heh.
Oh, by the way, even though this isn’t a phero report per se, this is a pheromone forum and to make it relevant, I was wearing a 5:1 mix of Issey Miyake Intense (love the stuff!) with NPA, plus 1 part MX269, which is supposed to be an amplifier. This mix was put together in an empty to-go bottle about 5 days ago and has sat in a drawer ever since. Because I originally was going to work, I only gave myself one healthy spray to the back of my neck of this mix. I also applied Scent of Eros to the backs of my ears, and 4 inches on each of my wrists (for those who don’t know, it’s a roll-top bottle with a tip that’s about a half inch wide). Finally, I applied a “top coat” of two light sprays of Issey to either side of my neck/shoulders and one light spray on one wrist, rubbing with the other to mix with the Scent of Eros.
Back to the story. A group of us, including myself, Sarah, a couple who we work with, my shift team leader (heh!), and another guy went over to a roulette table. and started playing. Sarah motioned for me to take the seat next to her, and asked me for a cigarette. I happily obliged because she’s aways busting my balls about smoking, when come to find out, when she drinks, she smokes too. I got all suave, pulled a cigarette out for her, then lit it for her, and we commenced to playing. One by one, the others left the table until it was just she and I. We made small talk while playing. I asked her if she drove herself, and she said “no”, and that she car-pooled with the other guy that was with us. Uh-oh. I casually asked her if they were seeing eachother, and she got all defensive, saying “I don’t know why people keep thinking that!” Now guys, that’s a “No”, right? Yeah, I thought so too.
Crap, this is getting to be like one of my old strip club reports-- i.e. LONG. Gonna post this just to toss it up there, and I’ll get to the point of this in just a little bit.
-D4