Huh?

I was having a great day. This was because of a wonderful weekend on a date with a new girl (will be posting that soon,) and meeting two other newer girls I will be making plans with in the near future.

But somehow, whenever I'm in a pretty good mood, PG is in a pretty bad one. Not all the time, but we're sometimes pretty opposite like that. And vice versa.

We've managed to remain pretty cool to each other over the last few weeks, despite the fact that I've not been hanging out with her during lunch like I usually do. I finally decided to move on from my crush on her, and have since been exploring new options (like dating women outside of the workplace.) However, my recent aloofness had caused me to notice a slight hostility between us. I think it's got something to do with us hanging out on my birthday and me leaving her apartment, choosing not to pursue her beyond us being just friends, and not confessing the fact that I fancied her. I don't know if that's the reason, but since that day, PG has been acting a little more coquettish with me, playing the hot/cold angle here and there.

Now PG has been keeping an active social-butterfly lifestyle since I've known her. And I know that she's dating other people here and there. And we haven't even crossed into that situation ourselves. But there exists a tension between us that I'm sure has something to do with, well... us.

But I've been wrong before. And as it stands now, it just doesn't add up for me to try and get involved.

So today after work I offered to help her with a pretty large delivery that needed to be taken up the street. Afterward, we walked to the subway. I tried to catch up with her during those brief few minutes. She invited me to a party tomorrow night. I said I'd think about it.

Then I jokingly launched into how we used to get along. I decided to use a tactic B says to me all the time. "Blah, blah, blah... So, don't hate me if I'm hot," I said.

"Oh no," she replied. "That's not the reason I hate you."

"Well I'm sure you'll tell me why when the time is right."

"Maybe," she replied.

We parted ways because she had to meet up with her father. She thanked me for the help with her delivery and we kissed on the cheek and said we would see each other tomorrow. As I was walking away, the last little exchange we had started to sink in. It seemed like it was all a joke, but suddenly it wasn't. All her little snaps at me over the last few weeks that I didn't really notice started to make sense.

And then I got really, really confused.

Huh? What the fuck did I do? Was she joking?

I couldn't tell. And maybe her responses were designed that way-- to throw me off and confuse.

But as they say: There's a little truth to every joke.