inevitable

Oh, god damn it!

Have been hoping it would not come to this… in fact, have doing everything possible to avoid it. And yet, stupid bitch that fate is, am in quite the pickle.

I really like Indie Rock Boy.

There. Said it. Now there’s no taking it back. Sure, have always liked IRB… in am-v.-fond-of-spending-time-with-him sort of way, but

Was out for an after-lunch walk yesterday and spotted IRB on sidewalk just ahead. Went to call out, but then noticed his Attractively Shaped Female Companion. Months of flippant ‘we’re-just-buddies-that-sometimes-make-out’ thoughts flew right out the window and wretched jealous thoughts set in.

Who was this Attractively Shaped Female Companion?
And where did she get those really great plaid pants? Focus, Fish! Sorry.
Is this the girl he mentioned having a couple dates with?
Why do I care?
DO I care?
Oh god… I DO.

FUCK.

Had to investigate.

H: Hey! I saw you right after I sent you that email… on the sidewalk outside of CVS, but you were with a chick, so I decided not to interrupt.
IRB: That wasn’t a chick. That was {insert name of coworker here}. Interrupt away.

Felt somewhat relieved that ASF wasn’t romantic interest, but do NOT feel relieved that yours truly went through good hour of panicky, fiendish jealousy. This is not good. No more making out in cabs. No, indeed.

Though, last week’s Cab Capades were so v. butterflies-in-stomach good. *sigh*

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