• I swear, I can't go to any of the branches of the bank that I work at without someone saying, "Oh, you used to work with Mark? Isn't he just gorgeous?" Yes. Yes he is. You clearly don't need 20/20 vision to figure that out. And inevitably it segues into a conversation about his wonderful charisma, his GQ looks that made the girls coming up to his window giggle, and his utter lack of planning. "I always told that boy that those looks will only take him so far. But he's got excellent charisma; people absolutely love him. I know he'll be fine over there in that new city." Women hated working with him because he was too distracting to them. Not to mention the onslaught of girls that would come into the branch and begin giggling uncontrollably while approaching him, making their complete half-assed attempts to flirt with him. He would just flash that heart melting smile of his and politely decline their advances. Every time that someone mentions his name, I feel my heart skip a beat. My chest gets that heavy... almost pressurized... feeling and I can't breathe. That little flurry of butterflies springs back to life in my stomach. I hate how that still happens. It shouldn't still happen. Moreover, I hate how I love having those conversations with various people. Whenever they comment on his to-die-for looks, smile, and eyes, I always want to wear my smug and satisfied grin while telling them that I nailed him. The Heartthrob of my company. Of all the women that pined after him, I was the one that got him. I take that as the biggest compliment I have ever received in my entire life. He's been talking to me more as of late. Asking me incessantly for "replacement photos" since his SD card got wiped out. At first, I was angry with him that the only times he ever seems to want to talk to me, he starts the conversation out with something about those damn pictures. But then I realized that it is: A) a HUGE compliment. With those looks and that personality, he could easily get any other woman to do that for me. And a much prettier one. So he obviously prefers me over everyone else. and B) his way of trying to talk to me and let me know he's thinking about me. After mentioning something about the pictures, he follows up 20 seconds later by asking me how I'm doing. He wants to talk to me; he just doesn't know how to start the conversation without making it look like he's missing me. I know my thought processes seemed fucked up. I'm reading way more into it than necessary. But the thing is, when he first moved away, he didn't talk to me for a month. Even when I tried to text or call him, he'd simply ignore me. Now, in just the past two weeks, he's talked to me 5 or 6 times. And half of those conversations HE initiated. Which he fucking never does. Mark's got Megan on the brain. I hate how excited that makes me. Or, perhaps, I really am reading too much into it and he simply just wants those god-forsaken pictures of me (which I haven't given him) and is incredibly persistent about it. But I'm definitely leaning towards the former. If a gorgeous man wanted pictures, he'd be able to find them much more easily than through me. Typically, when a girl would say no, he'd just move on to the next one; and he'd surely be able to find a "next one" with ease. So there's something about me and mine that he wants. Not other women. Me. Like I said. Mark has Megan on the brain. He brought up me marrying him again. That's like fucking four times now. What a tease.

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