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I spent thirty minutes talking to my coworker, Victoria, after my shift. I finally had the chance to admit it out loud: I’m hesitant because I don’t want to be the second choice. She’s seen exactly what’s been going on, and she’s probably a lot more aware than I am. It was nice to just have someone say exactly what’s been on my mind the entire time, especially for her to say it to me. I know what I need to do, and I need to do it fairly soon.
Regardless of how I feel and how long I’ve felt this way, I need to clarify that I’m either his first choice or I’m not an option. I’m not a rebound girl or a hook up. I’m either someone he wants to try to date or his friend, not a crossbreed friends with benefits.