It seemed that everyone knew about my crush with the Bagel-Man, relatives, friends, friends I'd not even seen in years. Whenever anyone came to visit they all wanted to see him. Could I ever pluck up the courage to speak to him? No, I was always too shy. On the times that I did try to make conversation, my Swedish was always so appalling that any kind of attempt to talk left me completely embarrassed and flustered and incredibly annoyed with my lack of the Swedish language.
In its entirety this crush lasted for almost eighteen months before I actually did anything about it. Back in July a friend and I decided to go out for a glass of wine in town. The sun was shining and we wanted to sit outside so decided to go to the Bagel House. Now we were both looking pretty good that evening and after a glass of wine the confidence levels were starting to rise. Add another glass of wine to the mix and I finally pluck up the courage to ask him whether he's going out later that night. He's not but I try a little bit more and ask whether he would fancy meeting for a drink at another time. He said yes so I offer him my number and he says to take his.
I was on cloud nine. I was so excited and practically skipped out of his establishment. My friend was like a proud mother, I'd finally done something.
So we text and it turns out that we're both planning to be at a certain bar during the week. I'm there with my friends he's there having dinner with his. He says hi to me as he walks in and all my friends get very giggly and excited. Now, I admit, I was looking pretty good that evening, hair sitting well, good clothes, lovely long legs courtesy of my favourite heels and skinny jeans. He had finished eating and his friend had left the table for a moment. It was at this point that I noticed the determinism in all my friends, this was it as far as they were concerned, my chance to actually chat to the Bagel-Man. Cue me being quite literally propelled off my seat into the seat next to his where I then remained for the rest of the evening.
So we chatted. Conversation flowed nicely. There was lots of flirty smiles, drinks bought and no awkwardness. It was great. I don't know where the evening went but at some point I realised that all my friends had left me sitting there and they had all gone home. Now this wasn't a problem, I was going to get a taxi home anyway, however on saying this to the Bagel-Man, he said no, he was going to give me a lift home. His cousin drove us home and it was at this point that in my slightly drunken state I appreciated the following:
1) I automatically went to sit in the back of the car, where he then came and sat next to me and had his arm around me.
2) He walked me back to my front door.
3) He said he had had a really nice evening and kissed me on the cheek.
On immediate reflection I was thinking that this was one was going to be a winner so texts were exchanged mainly with me asking him out to various parties and events. Each time he's working but said he'd try to make it. At this point I haven't given up hope that something could potentially come of all this, after all, I had been holding a crush for the past eighteen months, I wasn't going to give up just yet. However, there's only so many times that a girl can ask out a guy without it all seeming a little bit desperate, which unfortunately, it was probably heading to. There was a small glimmer of hope; I invited him to my birthday party to which he genuinely seemed to want to come to, even spoke to a few of my friends about it and how he hoped he could get someone to cover his shifts so he could come and join the party. Unfortunately that wasn't to happen.
In reflection I'm glad that I did finally pluck up the courage to speak to the Bagel-Man. I'm glad that I asked him out. You never know unless you try but as much as you have a crush on someone, unfortunately it doesn't mean that its going to manifest into something, but I guess you'll never know unless you do try though!
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