Pursuit of Bank Guy

So trip to the bank today proved I am an embarrassment to women....okay, maybe not women. But an embarrassment of myself, at the least... I guess. Smiley bank guy was there, smiling as usual. Nice and cordial as usual. And sweet. And cuuuuuuute. And there weren't too many words exchanged but he did say WELCOME BACK when I got there. Does that mean he missed me? Because I hadn't been back for a couple days since the last time I was at ze bank. AND THEN! He gave me TWO...DOS...ZWEI lollipops! Does that mean anything or am I an idiot girl?

So of course I have to consult a male friend at work. With pleas of 'whatever shall I do?' His advice: You're glowing. You've been working out, losing weight, feeling better about yourself...just go for it. And I'm thinking he is absolutely right! Even if I do get rejected deneid turned down, I'd be putting myself out there at the least. And if things don't work out how I picture...no biggie. I would just never go back to that bank again. So there you go!

All easier said then done, though, right? So the plan? Go back a few more times...ask a few more questions...get to know him...and then drop a hint about getting together. Sounds good, right? LOLOLOLOL. Well...I'll keep ya updated those of you who have read this far and are now brimming with uncontrollable anticipation!

Also, check out what a case of hyper-active nerves does to me:

And that is the excitable happenings in Brina Bear's lil life! Keep smiling, my peeps! Ciao!