An Unmarried Love Interest… Finally!
Mickey aka SugarBear used Facebook to transition our colleague-ship to friendship and now a budding relationship. We met a little over two years ago. and I was instantly attracted to him, but I didn’t make any overtures. We both started working at Dish Network the same day. We frequently talked while in training then we went out to separate teams and had different schedules. We’d see each other on the floor occasionally, but our interactions were limited to small talk. Then about five months ago we was assigned to the same team.
We still didn’t have much interaction because we sat on opposite rows and our phone cord leashes kept us bound to a 2-3 foot radius. In September, we added each other on Facebook. He would occasionally like one of my wall posts, then he began randomly commenting on them. A seat opened up next to him and I was sick of butting heads with one of the women that sat near me, so I took the opportunity to move next to him. I think that was around the end of October. We started talking more. We subtlety flirted and we stood within inches of each other during team meetings. I began liking a few of his wall posts or making a comment here and there.
In November, he told us he planned to quit December 10th. I was disappointed that we wouldn’t be working together anymore and I assumed we would become strangers. Despite that, I continued nurturing a friendship between us and he went along with me. I didn’t go in to work Wednesday, December 8th. I had posted a status right before work and Mickey had liked it. I looked forward to seeing him work, but when I got there one of my coworkers told me Mickey had quit the day before. I was bummed.
When I got home, I got on Facebook to check my farm and I also posted something about looking forward to Friday. Within two minutes of my post Mickey had left a comment. I was excited because we exchanged comments for about half an hour, until other people started commenting on my post as well. Then he sent a group note to me and some of our coworkers.
Sunday, I responded to one of his posts and we chatted for a bit. Then a couple of hours later he commented on a link I posted, which happens to be the cartoon I posted here yesterday. We ended up talking on that comment thread for almost 8 straight hours. The conversation got quite risqué. Then he emailed me on Facebook with his phone number. I wasn’t going to use his number until the next day, but I responded with my number. Within four minutes he started texting me. We texted for almost four hours after that. We been texting most of the day everyday since then.
So far he meets two of my four necessary requirements, I’ll find out about the others soon enough. There are a lot of bonuses too: He loves ICP, he’s very handsome, he has his own house & car, he’s not on the rebound, he’s smart, and the best of all he knows I’m bipolar and it doesn’t bother him at all.
He’s been in Michigan this week visiting family, but he got back home last night. We were going to go out tonight, but his parents came back with him, so he has to play referee. My coworkers know about us already. They read the convo between us on Facebook. Charlie knows about it too, he is not pleased. I guess he expected me to wait for him to get divorced. I’ve only been interested in Charlie for about eight months. I’ve wanted Mickey for over two years. I have a good feeling about us. I love this giddy schoolgirl feeling.
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I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.