For a very brief period of time, I had something of a crush on a person I met at the office. This, before the even briefer encounter with another person that culminated in a train wreck of deceit and anger (previously documented here).
I recall feeling a bit pinched in the ego when this person told me they weren’t “in that market” right now… weren’t interested. Eventually, particularly after the above mentioned, I wrote it all off as karma being kind; reminding me of my “no dating co-workers” policy and reminding me as well that the experience of late 2009 only underscored why this was wise.
It turns out to be far wiser than I could have imagined. Not only am I now working in fairly close proximity to them, I have inadvertently overheard a conversation in which certain aspects are revealed that not only put to ruination of the slivers of interest that remained, but demonstrated in a number of ways why interest in this person was doomed to eventual disaster.
Succinctly, as with so many men, this person is looking for “the laundry list of perfections”. You know the one; the one that eliminates everything on the first miss and thus, often winds up much marked (though never fully so), and ultimately becomes its own curse.
Near miss. Wowsah. Karma you are kind and I, I am very, very thankful.