Hey guys. It’s me again.

It’s about that girl that wrote about before. (See “Girl Troubles”) The worst case scenario has just happened. But I’m getting a bit ahead of myself though. Let me start at square one.

I have this supervisor you see, whom I don’t really like much. I know he talks smack about me behind my back but he pretends to be a good guy when I talk to him. In my first post I mentioned that when this said girl talks to certain guys I wasn’t totally honest. It’s mainly when I see him and her talking together that I do.

Anyway, to get back to my story; while at work I went to go take my break. Where I saw them sitting together and talking. The moment I walked into the break room and she saw me she nearly went pale. Like she had been caught stabbing someone. She smiled at me shyly when she saw me walk into the room. I turned around to take my lunch out of the locker and as she looked at me once again, I looked away. I guess she must have taken that action as me being pissed at her for eating with someone else because she seemed really uncomfortable when I came to sit down. Even when I spoke to join the conversation she was nervous and reluctant to talk to me. I guess it’s because I didn’t say much. I just wish I knew what she was thinking! I’m afraid she might see me as a jealous guy. Which is stupid because we’ve never even gone out. The two continued to talk with her referring to a time when they had had lunch together before. Which tells me that they talk even when I’m not there. I don’t know if she said that in order to try to break the tension, just making conversation or trying to show me she didn’t care that I was uncomfortable with them talking and that she can do it if she wants. After she cleaned up they went downstairs together saying I don’t know what. This is why I didn’t like the fact that I kept thinking about her. I knew that the more focus I would put on her the more devastating it would be if something like this happened. And it did. And it was devastating.

Following that encounter I lost all will to work. I just wanted to go home, even my strength was giving way. I just puttered around until the end of my shift by which time I was feeling a little bit better but the pain was still there.
I know it sounds pretty bad and this post makes me look like I’m desperate, needy, insecure, and envious but I’m just another guy with everyday problems. This is just one of them.

If anyone has some insight to share, give or some polite guidance on this situation, it would be so greatly appreciated. Thank you.