STYLETHREAD -- LET'S TALK SHOP!

You all are very aware of McStubborn and the Hamburger Chronicles. However, just when I was content to mope and sulk for a few weeks, I am thrown into a rather large, um, deli. Okay, enough with the meat analogies.

But seriously, I was perfectly happy in my sulkiness and then my friend, who we'll call K until I can think of an otherwise suitable nickname (I'm open to suggestions here), convinced me to get off my mopey ass and go out with him last night. Fine, fine. I get myself together, fight for a while with my uncontrollable hair, give up on said hair, pull it back and head out the door to the bar. Everything is fine. K and I are having fun, I'm a little buzzed, I'm not thinking about McStubborn. And then, it all comes crashing down. K decides to inform me that he has feelings for me and has for a while (mind you, K has been my sounding board about the McStubborn situation), but hasn't said anything to me because of McStubborn and he's afraid that he's just a hamburger (seriously, he said that-- I had told him the hamburger/filet analogy). I can't say that I was completely shocked and I can't say that I feel absolutely nothing for him and haven't thought about it before. However, here's the real kicker---

I work with him, too. Yep, yep and he says that he won't pursue anything further b/c we're co-workers (now I know why he took McStubborn's side in the co-worker thing-- he feels the same damn way!!!). So, now I have these two morons that both have feelings for me, tell me that they have feelings for me and then promptly inform me that nothing can happen because we're co-workers.

Oh my god, I need a camera crew to follow me around and film a realty tv show so I can actually make money off of this dramedy that is my life.

But wait, the story isn't over...

Last night at the bar, I met one of K's friends, who we'll call J (we'll see if he sticks around long enough to earn a nickname). J and I really clicked. J reminds me of Ryan Phillippe, complete with six pack abs and tousled hair. J is tasty, J is educated, J owns a house and has a good job. Most importantly, J does not get his paychecks from the same place that issues mine. This in itself is major points for him. So, anyway, J and I are talking and having a good time and somewhere in the middle of all this K makes his announcement (which J, apparently could alreaady tell b/c he laughed when I said I viewed K as a brother b/c that clearly wasn't how J thought K viewed me, based on observation).

So, now I'm juggling K and J at this bar and trying not to lose my mind. K is completely oblivious to the J situation and I just want to drink more beer and hope it goes away. I do and it doesn't. Processing all of this information has become impossible. I wait until K leaves (at least I had the forethought to drive myself) and I end up talking more to J. The bar closes and since we still want to hang out, we go back to his house and hang out (and by hang out, I mean just that-- nothing happened, well, not exactly nothing, but you know...). Anyway, I was there until about 4am. We had a great time. Now I guess I just have to wait and see if we see each other again. Hopefully, we will. I'm tired of the co-workers.