Yum, Cookie Dough (Boy Problems)

For the last several months I have been carrying on a flirtation with a lovely young lad whom I like a great deal. Notice I said "like", not "have a crush on". Either way, this is not an ideal situation for may reasons:

1. I am 32, he is 24.
2. We work for the same company (although our paths rarely pass), he is also 24.
3. I have responsibilities, he is still 24.

Clearly this is not venturing anywhere close to relationship land, but thats OK because that wasn't what I wanted so I didn't think it was a big deal. He makes me laugh and he's intelligent and he keeps me in coffee, not to mention that he is 6'4" (ya'll know I love a tall man) and HAWT. He is equal parts: friend, competitor, little brother, annoying person I want to punch in the nose, confidant, etc. I was very happy with the way things were going, but now the tide has turned. I think he has a crush on me. All signs point to "yes", but he is clamming up when I try to ask about it.

First off, I don't really like to be touched; It's one of my weird quirks. When we are out and about he hugs me and gives me a kiss on my forehead, the top of my head, my shoulder or my neck. Friends don't do that, right? Also, when he touches me he lingers a little too long. Do you understand? When we have conversations we do not break eye contact. When he sits down next to me he scoots as close as possible. He sends me sweet text messages to make sure I got home OK. People at work have been talking for months and swear that we are secretly having some kind of hot love affair (I don't work for the kind of company that discourages these things).

All these things point to crush, so to test my theory I asked him out. On a date. He was very noncommittal. This led to the bitch posse naming him Cookie Dough (I like cookies, he's still dough and not quite ready for me). Either way my feelings weren't hurt because I wasn't thinking of things in that way. Until this morning.

Yesterday I was telling the Gue this story and he told me I had a crush and I laughed at him and told him I didn't. I think the Gue may be right and let me tell you why. This morning he came in to bring me coffee and he sat down next to me and put his feet up on my desk. My eyes caught a glance of his socks and my first thought was "business socks". If you don't know what business socks are watch the below:



(UNRELATED: If you aren't watching Flight of the Conchords you are missing out because it is brilliant. Also, as a bonus, you get to stare at FIGWIT.)

OK, so now I think I may have a little crush. CRAP! How am I ever going to fit this into my schedule?

What I am reading: I am being crushed under the weight of 20 lbs of back to school forms.
What I am listening to: White Boy Indie Rock (courtesy of the Gue. God bless him).

Also, confidential to that horrible woman in England (and on behalf of the Gue): BITCH!