Tonight, I went out with a male friend to grab some hot choc after work. It was strange, bc I didn't know the purpose of this meeting. We are former coworkers, and he was recently involved with a female coworker (whom I'm closer to, compared to him). They had a short, non-serious relationship, and decided to call things off less than 2 weeks ago.
Given some of the comments that my female friend has made in the past about me and him having a lot in common (and other uncomfortable statements like that), I wasn't sure what this sudden suggestion to hang out one-on-one would be about.
Well, it was very awkward. I let him bring up the fact that they'd broken up (he initiated it, according to him... but that's not what I heard
). So, I was like: how do you feel? do you wanna talk about it?... Basically, I'm trying to figure out why he and I are in a coffeeshop together alone, without any of the other people we usually hang out.
Granted, he and I email fairly frequently sometimes... mostly sharing articles about topics that interest us both. And I do really enjoy getting his perspective on things, and he taught me how to fish and chop wood a few months back
, but all this in the company of his girlfriend/our mutual friend, who did not partake in those activities.
Anyway, it could not have been a date in his mind. By those standards, it was a bad one
Was it to get to know each other better? If so, why? and even then, he wasn't driving the conversation enough. There were a few awkward silences, and I was thinking to myself:
this wouldn't be like this if I knew why I'm here!
We talked about politics, long-term goals, and he offered to have me and my sister dine with him for Thanksgiving, and we talked about some other random stuff. All without a direction.
This is the 2nd such meeting with a guy in the past 2 weeks. I don't know what to make of this.
My ego has been pumped ever since. Hmm, so next vacation: Cali!
If you don't mind me asking, how long has it been since the two of you parted ways?
So sorry you're going through this.
Zdubs and I ended up having a 15 minute conversation while the other two got their food. He asked me (again!) if I've decided where I'm going to apply for professional school. I told him I hadn't and he told me to hurry up and choose before my parents kick me out! I asked him about what sports he liked to play and he asked about my family. I started to beg off with "it's kind of a long story" and he was like "I don't have anywhere else to go" which was kind of 
. I mean, you asked me. It was a chill convo but it still doesn't make up for the fact that I stinkin' hate him right now though because he has a better grade than me in biochemistry. 
Ugh
