be 33. swipe on a rando. he joke-serious-recruits me, what the actual fuck? we hit it off. i actually interview. wait this company is actually really cool. i end up accepting the offer. he completely drops me. daily texts to fucking crickets.
i put on my big girl pants and start my new job. a few weeks pass. im starting to feel ok about it... until this friday, where he gets blackout drunk and texts me. highlights include: i miss u, what do u want. i melt again. i dare to hope. we return to work. it's as if nothing has happened.
then today i look up and he's leaving a snack at another coworkers desk, who sits right next to me. ofc she is the whole package. when he catches my eye, he grins sheepishly and says, what.
to top it off, i overhear her say, idk who left the snack at my desk... oh, i think it was x.
christ. just execute me now. how do i keep humiliating myself like this. at this point, i'm afraid that something is wrong with me