So I have two jobs. During the weekend I’m a server at a restaurant that is … interesting. A bunch of young servers and bartenders working the weekends together? The inevitable drama and intrigue occurs. And there happens to be this bartender …
He’s not over-the-top gorgeous, but he has this unmistakable charisma. He’s blonde, blue-eyed, and has a devilish smile. He was immediately a sensation among the waitresses. And initially, I didn’t see it. He was so so, just a normal guy. But because I didn’t see it, I became friends with him and—you guessed it—fell hard. Harder than most I would say because I didn’t see it coming.
One very rough day I was missing an appetizer and was stressed out and magically there he was, potato skins and all, saving the day. He smiled and I just realized I was in deep trouble.
We’ve closed the restaurant together, laugh and joke and flirt. But I don’t think he sees me as anything other than a friend yet. He’s hooked up with one of my friends as a casual thing and she’s still hung up on him, although the rules of that game had been blatantly clear and set from the get go. That was half a year ago. The allure is that good.
And you can’t even say he’s skeezy because she’s the one who went after him and it only lasted a weekend. There’s also something to be said about the age difference. We’re both 23 and she’s many years our senior. She also invited him to go to Las Vegas and told everyone she planned to drug him and coerce a marriage out of him. So no, I wouldn’t label him as skeezy. He learned his lesson.
Liam thinks I’ve been friendzoned. I think Liam may be right.
I’m 5’9”, so I have always been a little sensitive about my height, insisting I only liked guys taller than me—like 6 foot and on. Hot Bartender is only 5’10” and I have discovered that I just don’t care—there is so much more that would make us work well together. We talk about movies, books, music, his ex-girlfriend, friends, the works. And we always have a good time. But I just feel that he doesn’t see me as girlfriend potential yet.
And this is where the wedding comes in.
Nope, I’m not crazy, planning to drug him in Las Vegas or anything like that 😉
I was invited to my old boss’ wedding on Memorial Day weekend. And I want to ask him to go with me.
I think that might be the push we need to get him to look at me in something more than a friendly light. I KNOW we have good chemistry, but I feel like this could convince him. This is if he says yes.
The downside here is that I’m caught in that typical MTV Friendzone dilemma. I don’t want to lose him by scaring him off. And the response that it will be a relief to know so I can move on? Well I don’t think there are a lot of good ones out there available right now and so if there’s a chance that making the right move could make all the difference? Well, then I guess I would rather be tortured a little longer.
So I’m in a pickle. Do I ask him and face ruining the base of a relationship I’ve been trying to slowly encourage, or do I do nothing and risk losing out because—let’s face it—I’m a little bit of a coward?
I’m still not sure and the time is coming up fast to make that decision.
It’s the case of how would the Hot Bartender react to a request to be a casual wedding date?
It’s a mystery I’m a little afraid to solve.
(Still in deliberation.)