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geebsOwel, what can I say about last night's trip to "my favorite restaurant in Atlanta". Part of me (as well as everyone else I talked to) says it went well, whereas I'm a little skeptical, thinking I had made a few mistakes. Of course, I can be an obsessive-compulsive, anal and paranoid little bastard. Anyhoo, fortuitously, I had Jennie waiting on me. She seemed happy to see me. After some small talk about me flying solo, she took my order. Anyways, after I was almost finished with my meal, she shouts to the other waiter that she's going on break. She went to the back for a few minutes, and when she passed by again, I intended to ask her if she wanted to take a load off and sit with me since she was on break. Only I didn't have to, because she sat down at my table of her own volition and said she had a few minutes to talk. So after talking about stuff, she got up "to look busy". Later on though, she said she couldn't really talk anymore because her manager was watching. Which got me real paranoid, because it seemed like her manager was indeed giving me the evil eye all night. The bad thing was I had eaten so much that I couldn't get up since I felt like barfing if I did. So I think I stayed too long. I realized too late that I could've grabbed a paper and read it so I wouldn't be sitting there like a jack-ass. Scott says I'm overthinking this "staying too long" thing. And perhaps I am. one of my biggest problems is I assume too much. I act like people are working with knowledge they don't actually have. In this sitch, I was kinda worried that everyone else in the restaurant was thinking I was faking it and just trying to get with her. But seriously, who do I think I am that a bunch of restaurant patrons have nothing better to do than watch me like a hawk? And while I know I'm interested in her, why the hell would they think that? They have their own concerns occupying their minds. Though I'm pretty sure I'm not imagining her manager being pissed at me. Compounding the problem was that I realize I had temporarily lost my phone as I started my car, so I went back in to see if I dropped it there, and I was worried that everyone was totally thinking, there he goes again, trying to be all slick, making up fake things to see her.
So after going back I recounted the story to Scott who says not to sweat it, it went pretty well. And Todd and Bill tell me it sounds like she is interested, I'm just moving a little too slow. Owel. I guess I should just stop worrying about it. Just stop moving a slow as molasses though, lest I repeat the same mistakes I've made in the past. I tend to express interest in a girl, but move way too slow/do nothing about it even when the girl has made it expressedly clear that she wouldn't be averse to seeing me. And I end up frustrating them. Like "Grace" or "Emily" back in NY.
Anyhoo, I'm off to get a haircut. It doesn't look long, but it feels too thick.
So after going back I recounted the story to Scott who says not to sweat it, it went pretty well. And Todd and Bill tell me it sounds like she is interested, I'm just moving a little too slow. Owel. I guess I should just stop worrying about it. Just stop moving a slow as molasses though, lest I repeat the same mistakes I've made in the past. I tend to express interest in a girl, but move way too slow/do nothing about it even when the girl has made it expressedly clear that she wouldn't be averse to seeing me. And I end up frustrating them. Like "Grace" or "Emily" back in NY.
Anyhoo, I'm off to get a haircut. It doesn't look long, but it feels too thick.
