you probably remember that last week, while i was trying to tell the dragueur to stop hitting on me, the loup (a married teacher who works with me and always seems to be flirting) called. when i answered the phone, he asked me if i wanted to go to a concert with him. idiot that i am, i said yes, first because i was convinced that his wife and several other people were going--he said he was going to ask several people, and second, because i needed him to get off the phone as soon as possible so i could finish talking to the dragueur. i am dumb, dumb, dumb.
so dumb, that it took several very obvious signs from him for me to figure out that he was taking me on a date. first, he picked me up tonight by himself (clue number 1). then, took me to dinner and paid (clue number 2). finally, at the concert, he explained that he and his "girlfriend" had recently separated (clue number 3). ooh, ooh, ooh! i think i get it--it was a date. my goodness, i wish i were swifter.
as the result of my utter oblivion regarding the opposite sex, i'm currently recovering from the realization that i just went on a date with a married man. and despite the fact that he called his wife his girlfriend, he is, in fact, married. when i asked, he confirmed it, although he wasn't wearing his wedding ring. i should have known that he was asking me out. nothing happened and i'll make sure that nothing will happen, but i'm extremely uncomfortable.
and dumb, dumb, dumb.
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