#10 The half Spanish God

It is hard not to get excited when a new employee turns up for work and happens to be a tall dark handsome Spanish God. Ok he wasn’t a God, he was a little on the skinny side for me but he was certainly handsome. He had this quiet sexiness about him, you couldn’t tell if he was shy or quietly confident. He was a data analyst so a bit of a geek and he looked it with his round spectacles. But he was so well groomed. Very intriguing and his name was Aaron Alfonso known as Alf for short.

When he joined, I was dating the Narc and he was in a relationship with a girl who refused to move to the Oasis. Well, that obviously wasn’t going to last long sweets. He made friends with someone who would use your information against you if needed, the type of person you would keep close because as an enemy she’d be a nightmare. She told me that he apparently said I was exactly the type of girl he would go for. I was flattered and thought there wasn’t a chance in hell because I wasn’t single (loved up eyes for the Narc), I also half believed it because it did come from her after all.

I became single two months later, obviously shed a tonne of weight and was pretty vulnerable. Whilst he was in a team far away, I had friends within his, meaning that I occasionally joined them for lunch - him included. He asked a lot of questions in my vulnerable state and chose to start chatting to me on the company direct chat.

A few girls in my team had noticed him always popping up where I was or looking at me, smiling at me and before I knew it, he too was also single. I am by no means implying that he broke it off with his girlfriend for me, nor was I actually openly flirting with him.

Alf seemed to be kind of broken about it. He was a very quiet character and kept his private life to himself but as the months rolled on, our company chat turned into regular texting. At this point, since him becoming single, my feelings about him kind of faded and he wasn’t as wonderful as I had originally thought. I got the vibe that he was almost a little desperate and I got to feeling like if we were to go any further, that he may even boast about the fact that he had slept with me to a few people in the office. That made me feel uncomfortable and it really turned me off. Plus don’t shit where you eat people.

The weekend that I was meant to be flying to Sydney and was completely bummed about not going; Alf messaged me on the Wednesday night asking what my plans were for the weekend. Me being me, told him I had absolutely nothing planned because I hadn’t, I was meant to be in a sex sandwich in Sydney damn it. Well this lead to him asking if I wanted to go for dinner on Thursday night and I’m going to be proper honest here, I literally turned him down like he was asking if I wanted a coffee. And I don't like coffee.

It was brutal.

I hadn’t really realised that’s what he was asking until I had maybe sent my response or even until I was telling my friend the next morning. It was baaddd!!! We had lunch with the group the next day and you could tell I had hurt his ego a little. I wasn’t proud of it. But certainly wished I’d handled it better. Clearly my polite naïve character was still on point at this time, although the politeness kinda rusted.

For tips on how better to turn down guys you aren't interested in. Don't ask me.