A Muffin, a Note, and a Whole Lot of Nothing
I didn’t lose her. She was never mine to begin with. What I did lose was time, energy, thoughtfulness—and, if I’m being honest, a little bit of dignity—trying to get close to someone who never really opened the door. Back at the end of April, I finally asked out a woman I work with. Actually asked. No games, just: “Hey, I think you’re pretty. Wanna go out sometime?” She said she’d like that. The next day, she tells me to keep it quiet at work and drops this curveball: her kid is on house arrest and needs 24/7 supervision. That sounded... complicated. Part of me considered backing off. But I figured—how would I feel if someone walked away from me over something I couldn’t control? So I stayed open. Figured we could at least talk, maybe grab lunch, hang out at work. She started calling me after she got off work—couple times a week. Our convos flowed. She mentioned one day she doesn’t always stop to eat, so I started bringing her snacks. Nothing major. Grapes, a muffin, an ene...