I had this good guy friend for years. We met through my job, I was a bar-tender and him and his buddies used to drink in the bar every weekend. We both had the same sense of humour and hit it off immediately - let's call him Jim.
Jim was good-looking, but made it clear from the start he had a crush on of the other girls who worked the bar and I was into one of his buddies.
But as friends we hit it off MAJORLY. Same sense of humour, loved same shows and same vibe/personality. He was one of the nicest and most fun guys I've ever met.
We could laugh together for hours. We could be ourselves around each other. I never felt any pressure to be anything apart from myself with him.
Him and the other bar-tender and me and his buddy never worked out, but me and Jim remained friends.
We used to hang in the group and sometimes even just me and him.
One night we were in a group setting in a bar and Jim was sitting next to me, when some guy approached and started talking to me. He was cute and charming and asked for my number, I was a bit tipsy and so I gave him my number.
At this point, Jim suddenly got up, aggrieved, threw his drink over the guy and stomped angrily out of the bar, not to return that night.
I've had issues in recognising if guys are into me before. It's partially some self-esteem issues, I always assume they aren't (even when others have told me that they are). And I never put myself out there unless the guy is clear that he wants me, for fear of rejection, but this has caused me to miss opportunities.
I spoke to Jim about it and he apologised. He said he was just drunk and felt the guy was being very rude to me/overly pushy towards me, so he lashed out, and then left out of embarrassment because he knew he had been out of line throwing the drink.
Fast forward a couple of years, we were still hanging out, and one night he made some flirty comments about finding me hot that made me question again if Jim was into me...
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