Working Out For You

Monday afternoon the guys asked how the Eddie Izzard show was, and who I took. I told them (Intern)Bill and immediately was on the receiving end of the third degree. They asked if we were dating and I said 'no'. Then they asked who pays for dinner when we go out and I said that we take turns. The questions went on and on and on.

Near the end they asked, "What would he say if we asked him all these questions?"

"That we're not dating."

"Are you sure?" Positive. Sorry guys. I was quickly warned to stop hanging out with him, now that I'm in the 'friend zone.'

Later at FHE one of the guys asked, "So, Girl, how's that going with (Intern)Bill anyway?"

"We're NOT Dating!!" I loudly proclaimed.

"Who's this?" the cute guy standing nearby asked.

"Oh, one of my buddies from work." And, really, tragically, that's all we are—buddies from work.

Tonight as we were out buying more furniture (yes, yes, I know, thanks) I was teasing him and said, "And then A. (a colleague) will ask, 'So, what's going on between you and Granola?'"

"Oh," he said casually, "N. already asked—well, he implied—and I had to tell him 'no, we're just friends.'"

We'll see how long we can keep up this 'no, we're just friends' business before we breakdown and either (a) hook up; or (sadly) (2) just stop hanging out together. And, honestly, yes, ok, I feel like we're dating except I'm the only one who gets butterflies when we see each other.