So, I've got a chance now to sit down and write this out lol
I will refer to her as Post-girl (in reference to the fact that she is the focus of this post) while I go on about this as it will make it less confusing.
We are coworkers and met about a year and a half ago on the job. Once we met we quickly became friends and would hang out often at work. Our coworkers would always pick on us saying we were going to get together and all that but we weren't really focusing on that and would dismiss them when the rumors started flying.
I was in a relationship, and I'm really not the kind of guy to leave someone for somebody else. I have more respect for post-girl than that and I felt like I was happy in the relationship I was in at the time
I had developed feelings for people outside of my relationship before and the feelings usually faded quickly. I waited for a long time to hang out with post girl outside of work just because I didnt want to nurture those feelings. And then one day we had some time before work so we met up for lunch and just talked and had a good time.
We kept hanging out over the next few months and having a good time and eventually I realized I really liked her. I felt guilty as shit and decided to just try to forget about it. Then the relationship I was in previously ended (even longer story and it had little to do with post-girl)
So I was depressed. Very. But there she was, the girl who had become my best friend, helping me get through it talking when I needed to hear something and listening when I needed to vent. And we got through it just fine.
I accepted the fact that we weren't going to get together ever. I'm a gigantic 21 year old 6'1" 290 lb. bearded ginger man and she's a 5'1" average weight 24 year old that just lights up a room. She's just stunning. Anywhere we would go guys would come up to her and flirt with her. She's really truly beautiful. Not just on the outside. If anything, I would say that this experience has taught me that what you look like is irrelevant when you're with someone who actually cares about you. And I am one lucky ginger.
Anyways, sorry about that rant haha Our plans whenever we would hang out were always something outdoors like night hiking and mud fights followed by creek swimming, or going to drag shows and getting drunk with our friends. That night (last Monday) we went to the creek. We didn't swim though. We just built a fire and started looking for crayfish to catch for fun.
It got cold so we sat by the fire and watched the stars. We held hands. And kissed. I confessed my feelings. She then proceeded to tell me that she had liked me the same way for about a year.
It was at this point my mind went from:
"Oh well its been a good night goodbye forever sorry for humiliating myself in front of you pretty lady."
To
"WHAT. NO FUCKING WAY HOLY SHIT YOURE SO FUCKING PERFECT HOW COULD YOU LIKE SOMEONE LIKE ME I MEAN I DONT WANT TO MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE I PUT YOU ON A PEDESTAL BUT I MEAN CMON YOU COULD HAVE ANY GUY YOU WANT WHY WAIT WHAT NO WAY. IM BEING PUNKED THAT ASSHOLE ASHTON IS GONNA JUMP OUT FROM BEHIND THAT TREE AND START LAUGHING AND POINTING AT CAMERAS"
In the end I elected not to say any of those things and went for another kiss. I was the luckiest man in the world that night.
We kept talking later. We found out we had been living in parallel lines to eachother emotionally. And that everything that she was worried about I was worried about. And that we are crazy about eachother. Now we're together. We had our first real date on Wednesday and we went to an American Rev war Fort, visited a cave and then dinner followed by just good ol' spending time together. The next day we went horseback riding with some friends and it was great
And now I'm at work and she's at a different location for today so I'm on reddit.
TL;DR you asked bro