I guess I should explain...
...at least some of the content in the previous post. I was casually seeing a guy that I work with (bad idea off the bat, I know, but please understand that I thought he was so kyoot, so for all intents and purposes, that is how I will be referencing him). At first, we'd hang out in a group, usually drinking beers and watching Netflix at my house. The first night we hung out just the two of us, we stayed up until 5 in the morning talking. The next night was a repeat but we snuggled and held hands (ugh, I feel so queer saying this shit), then that weekend he invited me to hang out at his house with a few people. Then eventually, people started going to bed and he asked if I wanted to hang out and watch Netflix. And this is Kyoot we're talking about, so of course I wanted to watch Netflix in his room with him, alone, just the two of us. Duh. So, that night ends up in pretty much an all night make-out session. Awesomeeeee. Repeat the next night, followed by a lot of staring in each other's eyes (magicallll) and a lot more making out.
ANYHOW, while perusing anyone who's opinions I could take seriously on this particular matter, I had two votes for "playing it cool" (my lovely co-writer held one of these votes), and two votes for "being honest". Which I then had to take a moment to think that I don't even have enough friends to actually poll... But since I am not cool, and the soul-crushing incapability to keep my mouth shut, I just had to get drunk and send him a text just to say, "In case you haven't noticed, I like you."
SO. DUMB.
Because then, I got something along the lines of, "I definitely noticed =P"
Now.... if you'd ask me, any form of tongue-sticking-out emoticon typically means good things.
And what happens?
HE STOPS TALKING TO ME.
Like, that's it, see-ya later, all set bye.
So, I did what any rational person would do and I backed off.... though not really so much at first, I still attempted in vain to get him to come hang out with me, but after that I swear I backed off. So now sometimes I see him at work, and he's always making these goofy faces at me and shit, and it just makes me want to kill people.
However, my lovely co-writer and I decided to go with the theory that he's gay. And not because he doesn't like me (but obviously that also doesn't help his cause too much...) but because of the way he is. And I just want to tell him it's okay, you're here, you're queer, some other stuff about delivering pizza.