ExposedNYC

I often run into this problem of being completely comfortable around the guys I’m not attracted to and completely intimidated by the guys I am attracted to. Therefore, guess who I end up talking to more often, and guess who generally thinks that I am interested.

I may have given the wrong impression to “Not Brad”, a former co-worker who I recently embarrassed myself in front of when I bumped into him at his new bar. When we worked together, we were too busy to ever get a chance to talk, but he was always a nice guy. I arrived early to meet a friend in the neighborhood, and had some time to kill so I stopped in to say hello.

The place was pretty empty, and I didn’t immediately see him behind the bar, so I turned to leave and bumped right into his chest. He smiled, asked what I was up to, and then insisted that I grab a seat at the bar and have a drink while I waited for my friend to finish dinner.

We got to talking about movies, traveling, what we’ve been doing since working together, and I thought nothing of it. Honestly, he’s a bartender- isn’t that part of the job description? My friend called shortly after and I settled up and hit the road.

Two nights later I went to a birthday party of a mutual acquaintance. “I heard you were hanging out with Not Brad the other night,” he said with a grin. “Sure,” I replied, “I just stopped in for a drink.” The birthday boy then went off on a tirade of what a great guy Not Brad was, how everyone in the neighborhood loves him, that he’s nothing but a big teddy bear at heart, etc.

I felt like I had walked into a live infomercial, and he was trying to sell me on liking his friend. I definitely never intended to give the impression that I was hitting on him. Sometimes I feel like a ventriloquist doll with an overly flirtatious puppet master, completely unaware of my own actions. As soon as I find someone fascinating, the cords are cut and my lips are glued shut.

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