I’ve been flirting with one of my coworkers for nearly two years.
We’d run across each other in the breakroom, at various office functions and in the elevator at the beginning and end of the workday.
I recognized early on that Mike is super shy. I knew that getting him to ask me out would take some effort. It took a lot longer than expected. He finally asked me to dinner last July. I was ecstatic. I bought a new dress and shoes, got my hair colored and even scheduled a manicure for the occasion. Although the outdoor temperatures were consistently in the high eighties with brutal humidity, I chose a long-sleeved dress. I knew the restaurant would be blasting the air conditioning, and I didn’t want to shiver the whole time. As soon as we sat down at our table, I knew there was a problem. The restaurant felt extremely overheated. When I asked our waiter about it, he informed us that the air conditioner had malfunctioned and was currently being repaired. He assured us the cooling system would be up and running within the next couple of hours. That didn’t help my situation at all. I had sweat running down my face and soaking through my dress. I drank way too much water and ended up needing to use the bathroom three times. Because of that air conditioner malfunction, our first date was a disaster. It helped that Mike was also wearing long sleeves and sweating profusely. It was a very short date. We were both anxious to leave. Fortunately, Mike asked me out again a week later, and we had a great time. We’ve been dating every since.