Out of the Blue

Confession alert! I have a little crush on my mechanic. He's cute and personable and funny. And I was sure he wasn't interested in me at all. In fact, months ago while waiting on an oil change, he told me he had a girlfriend. I didn't ask, it just came up in conversation. So, I dismissed it and just moved on. I saw him recently at my store and we talked while he was waiting. This was maybe two or three weeks ago. And I may or may not go to the tire store to get oil changes because he might be there. Whatevs.

Today he calls me up at work out of the clear blue to see if I wanted to join him for lunch. Unfortunately I couldn't. I had just gotten back from my break. I was taken aback to say the least, but the call itself did put a little extra pep in my step.

So...did he just ask me out? Would lunch be considered a "date" date? Or is it just two friends eating together at the same place and at the same time? And since we've never done anything together socially before why are we setting a new precedent?

Fellas here's a clue. I have NO FUCKING IDEA if you like me or not. I probably would have had much more success in the mating rituals somewhere in the caveman era. Subtilety does not work with me. In order for me to figure out if a guy is flirting with me or not, I almost literally need to be hit upside the head.

I have always had a hard time decyphering whether or not a guy is romantically interested in me. I'm a great flirt, but most of the time I believe it's harmless and he doesn't really mean it. My first love had to kiss me in order for me to realize he actually liked me as a girlfriend. I honestly didn't have a clue where I stood with him until he made the first move.

And I really like it when the guy makes the first move. Don't get me wrong, I have no problems asking a guy out. But with my string of bad luck, I've decided to let the man lead. This doesn't always work though. The object of my affection might be as clueless as I am. A nd letting the man lead doesn't always work out well. Last week my friend asked me to be his girlfriend and broke up with me the next day. I ought to get a trophy for breaking a land speed record on that deal. No worries though, we're still good friends.

But is a lunch date an actual date anyway? Isn't that generally the kiss of death? Lunch is generally reserved for family, co-workers and long time boyfriends. Not a first date. Right?

Since I didn't go, I guess I'll never know. And since I'm a complete dumbass and didn't ask for his cell number I guess I really won't know. Unless he calls me again. Or I rack up the 1,000 miles necessary for me to get my oil changed without looking like a complete crazy stalker.

Do I make a move? Do I wait it out? Do I put it to the back of my mind and not obsess over it?

Maybe the answer is to wait. But Tom Petty got this right kids. The waiting is the hardest part.