i am 31 years old and i still have absolutely no freaking idea how to find out if a man likes me. i'll just present the evidence:
• his blue eyes light up when he sees me. no joke. he looks up, catches my glance and a smile leaps right up into those bad boys, just pulling me toward him like a magic lasso.
• he sits like me. the other day i was sitting in a common area at work. legs outstretched, elbows leaned against the high counter. he sat next to me and did the same thing. leaned back with legs stretched. proceeded to tell stories about his past. i think the psychological name for this technique is 'mirroring'. damn him.
• he stops what he's doing to talk to me. he'll turn his back to the computer screen, close the book, close the newspaper, and talk to me. me only. training those deadly, kryptonite-laced lazers he calls eyes on me, arms folded, utterly still and gives me his freaking attention. sometimes for an hour at a time. at work.
•he used to be depressed. he's now damn near cheery. out of black and into colors like plum and blue. and he smiles. all of the time. and laughs at my jokes. he even makes jokes and talks to me about basketball.
he must love me, right? oh, i've been down this road before. where you waste valuable time obsessing over a guy's every move, word, glance, trying to figure out if he's being friendly or flirtatious. you're such a slave to your thoughts that you become incapable of losing yourself in your interactions with the man, because you're busy inside your own head, analysing. by the time you take your head out of your ass long enough to see the actual window of opportunity, he slamming it shut on your fingers. so this is my last rumination. i will enjoy our conversations, and the light in his eyes and keep it moving. you'll never hear about this again.