I knew she had a crush on me. I want to start this story with the actual confession part. It’s been quite a while since this happened, but I want to start with the part I’m not proud of. Here’s the story.
It was like, a week before my b-day and my co-worker really wanted to treat me. I gently told her I had plans to skip town and go snowboarding with friends. I was trying to be polite as she was a genuinely sweet person and never gave me reason not to be kind in return. But, she was not physically my type. She was about 5’4″, a bit thicker, and not exactly pretty, but average-good. But what she did have was stacked D-cups which she knew was her best asset. She asked if we could hang out the last night I was gonna be in town. I didn’t REALLY want to, but I relented she agreed to go back to my house after work.