I think I just accidentally agreed to go out on a date tonight.
I'm talking to my coworker, Charles, about going to see The Hunger Games last night.
He seemed a little upset that I had seen it last night and then went on to mention how he didn't have anyone to go and see it with him.
I don't even remember what I said or how I said it, but it was something along the lines of
Oh, I'd see it again.
Next thing I know he's looking up movie times and ordering us tickets for tonight.
I felt sorry he didn't have anyone to go with and I wasn't thinking what it really meant when I said I'd go.
I'm probably just over exaggerating and he doesn't think it's a date. Just two coworkers who have never done anything outside of work before (unless you count that one time we went to a patient's fundraiser with my dad) going to a movie together...that he paid for.
I don't date. I don't know these things!!!
Mona says I unknowingly flirt all the time. I am just being my normal nice polite friendly self, but Mona says it's flirting.
And the worst thing is having to tell Mona and Becky about this. Becky and another girl at work have been trying to get me to go out with Charles for the past year.
I have always firmly refused.
I don't know what happened.
I think I'm feeling sick.
It's NOT a date.
I can't go...right?