So, there is more than that to the headline... so I had two social engagements... one was a HH with coworkers which was planned last week as someone is leaving... and a trivia night that has been scheduled for about three weeks. Both highly expectantly looked forward to for different reasons...

And so the HH... I left work a little early 'cuz I figured that since ManCandy typically leaves early from work that he be there before me (IF he went at all - he didn't go two weeks ago to another HH, altho admittedly it was just regular HH and not a close coworkers leaving.)...

ManCandy shows up almost 35 minutes after me and orders a drink. I had already ordered my second drink and asked for the ticket as I needed to boogie out to my trivia night... and instead I lingered over my wine (it showed up about when he did so I would have been at least another half hour but I strung along for another ten)... as the minutes clicked on and no body was really getting up from the table (Have I ever said how much I really like my coworkers in general...cuz I do? I was stuck for a while with my supervisor and closest coworker earlier and that was awkward but I like them and the people left at the end of the night SO MUCH more)....

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So anyway, I spent the last 15 minutes looking at the buses on my phone app and I needed to be making come and go as I was sort of thinking people would be getting going...and they weren't so I continued to put on my scarf and sweater and watch the clock and grab my coat and watch the clock and laugh and watch the clock... until I more or less sprang up and at the same time ManCandy also whips on his coat and oh god I don't want to get up and leave because oh god it totally looks like we are leaving at the same time and I've been just waiting for him and have no mind of my and oh god I want to hook up with but that would be bad and gross and immoral and oh my god do all of my workers know this I better run because oh my god I feel like I am just following this person even though I am way in front because I am way over conscious and oh my god I am running way behind schedule and hope my friends aren't pissed that I will be at least 30 minutes late...

Which means that as Man Candy is slowly walking out I am practically running out of the restaurant and knocking staff over and running up and down landscaping stairs needlessly as I try to scurry through the open courtyard. On one hand, I don't want it to look like I've been waiting for him to leave... on the other hand, I just fucking needed to get going.

And yeah, I actually did end up running beyond that for about a block. And was a half an hour late.

Oh ManCandy...how you confound me and turn me all twisty inside :) *sigh*