I work in an office of 900+ people. It’s a massive office and six weeks in to the job and I still have to ask my team’s secretary to escort me to meetings just to ensure I don’t wander around the wrong floor. Signs, department lists and even floor numbers are non-existent and I’m pretty sure it’s all a ploy to confuse the newbies. So with so many people around, and the fact I seem to take a different route every time I need to get from A to B, it’s odd that I keep bumping in to the same guy. Or do I see the same people day in day out and I only notice this guy because he is So. Damn. Fine.
I first noticed him when I was sat having lunch with some colleagues. Across the crowded restaurant I noticed a really good looking specimen eating alone. I had to keep peeling my eyes away. He wasn’t my usual ‘type’ but something held my attention and I kept willing him to look up at me. He didn’t.
I quickly forgot of his existence until a week later I saw him again. This time he was stood outside smoking as I was trying to find the right door for a training session I was late for. I couldn’t cross the road and ask for directions. I was dumbstruck. There was something about him.
Then came the day I saw him EVERYWHERE. I walked in to the staff restaurant and queued behind him. I sat with a colleague to eat and he was on the next table. I was talking to another colleague on a different floor and he walked past me and then that evening I was stood in the shopping mall waiting for friends and he walked out of the lift to the side of me. But at no point have I noticed him notice me. And my colleagues think he’s imaginary because every time I point him out he’s disappeared, has his back to us or something’s in the way. It’s driving me crazy. Who IS he? and why have I, as a strong, sarcastic, independent woman, been reduced to a blushing mess in his proximity?
My friends think it’s fate. They think there’s a rom-com-esque story about to unfold and he’s my ‘someone’. I however am worried that he has noticed me and now thinks I’m stalking him. Am I the crazy brunette he can’t shake off?
Is there a fine line between fate intervening and accidental stalking?
One of my exes would probably argue that fate has nothing to do with it, and that I really am stalking him as this has happened before. Mr S and I were always crossing paths despite living in a fairly large city. When we eventually ended up at the same party he actually questioned the stalking. I still maintain he stalked me (and you did, I know you read this still, despite what you say). We dated, but it fizzled out (diplomatic version of events) and then our paths stopped crossing. Was I meant to know him for a reason, and learn from it? Or is ‘fate’ a concept drawn up by movie studios and romance novels and actually shit just happens?
Whatever the answers to my endless questions I’m intrigued to find out who he is. He’s not wearing a wedding ring so he’s already an improvement on most men I meet. Plus, I’m intrigued to see how I handle Middle Eastern dating… Ie no getting drunk and no walks of shame. Maybe the Middle East will force me in to playing by the rules at last?
I wish I was allowed a glass of wine to get the courage to approach this guy though. Or do I wait for him?