Previously on Project Donenrvogel

After an infinitesimal amount of biding my time and waiting for the “right opportunity” (read: growing some cajones), I finally decided to officially and, in no uncertain terms, ask my fair lady out on a real date. “In no uncertain terms” actually means phrasing it in such a way that there is a fair amount of room for saving face should our worst fears be proven true and it does turn out that she’s of the “alternative crowd”.

And so I did ask her out and she agreed! Well sort of.

Actually I did ask her point blank if she would like to go out to dinner with me some time. She said “yes”. That’s the short version of it. The longer version goes along the lines of me timing the moment I leave the office at the exact same moment that she leaves so that I may have the opportunity to walk with her to the elevators and out the building, thereby having the opportunity of being alone together so that I may pop the question without the pressures of our peers looming over our shoulders.

Understand that this was no easy feat as she worked a full department away from me which is about six or eight desks away, inside a different section of the office. Couple this with the fact that I was already done with all my work for the day since two hours ago and that all, save for one of my coworkers in my department had left. In any case, that leg of the mission was at least a success and as I pretended to say goodbye to her (after judging that she herself was about to leave), I managed to weasel my way into a “might as well leave together scenario”.

And so, while waiting for the elevator to clamber its claustrophobic cabin into our spot in the glass high-rise, I shot her the most sincere smile I could muster and said, matter-of-a-factly and with as much “cool” as I could possibly exude, “Hey, do you want to go and have dinner with me this week?”

She smiled that disarming and bubbly smile of hers with her sweet lips ever so slightly parting to an alluring crescent and said, “Sure! Let’s have dinner some time!” it was then at this point that I felt my world suddenly and precisely, fit snugly into the right pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that is life.

Could it be?

She said yes…

Does that mean that she’s not…?

Does this mean that it’s possible that she’s….?

Ah, the sweet, sweet success of proving that there was a great chance of my fair lady not being a lesbian—or at the very least, bisexual. Still, it was a simple date and with near godlike effort to mask my exuberance at her agreement to my proposal, I quickly set a time and day with her as we rode the elevator down the building. By the time I walked her to her car and saw her go, I was convinced that this day could not possibly be ruined. And in fact, it was not.

This was a Wednesday that would make its mark upon my unyielding, ADD riddled mind for weeks to come if only because the first insurmountable step has been taken and that all other challenges are now a simple prelude to success. Ah yes, such comfort my over-inflated ego brings.

If only life was so simple.

“I don’t really have a witty quote to fill this block quote at the moment. Let’s just say that this story gets better, so stay tuned and read on.”