So he’s chatting with me, and it’s friendly and fun and a girl might even wonder if flirtatious, and then he asks if my colleague had a good time last night and I’m just… like… um, I think so.
But in my head, I’m thinking, “Wait, what? Am I the matchmaker in this scenario?”
Totally deserve that. Totally.
Laughing at myself for being so suddenly, stupidly, uncharacteristically girly today.