Yesterday, he IMd me. Which in itself was not odd since he's been IM-ing me every so often. Sometimes, just to say hello. Other times, to share how life is in the military. I've always been polite. Not overly friendly or eager since I still think I don't know really know him, except as a batch mate.
Thanks to him for a quick trip to Awkwardsville. Out of nowhere (or so it seems to me), he admitted that he had a short-lived one-week-long crush on me oh-so-long ago. To which I replied thanks. It was short-lived because he said I was a snob ("suplada") - he didn't think he had a chance. He started going on how fine I look now, how I haven't changed, etc. Then the awkwardness began, "if I wasn't married and you weren't married, would you give me a chance?" He started selling himself now as a bad boy, a rebel that every woman should be with even just once.
Boy oh boy. I don't think I replied as he expected. Which, of course, didn't matter. He didn't seem to pay attention to what I was typing anyway. I thought of so many responses:
- "not even when hell freezes over"
- "I find tarsiers cute in a creepy and freaky way. You're not a tarsier. You're just creepy and freaky. So...no."
- "huh? what the -?"
Good thing I got myself out of Awkwardsville soon enough.
P.S. I realized after re-reading my post that the question felt inappropriate because he wasn't my type...ha ha ha! There goes that fine line between harassment and flirtation!