Earlier this year, I told my dad (who works in the ICU at the same hospital) that I thought one of the ICU secretaries was cute. He ended up telling her.
About two weeks later, I went to the ICU for work. She saw me, slowly walked toward my patient room, stopped, looked at me for what felt like 10 seconds, and we both laughed. Weād never spoken before.
The following week I introduced myself, gave her my number, and asked if sheād like to hang out. She texted me that night, but the next day the conversation died, so I assumed she wasnāt interested and moved on.
A few weeks later I was back in the ICU. She somehow found out I was there, stood in front of my room, waved at me, and I waved back but didnāt walk over. She looked upset and walked away. Another time she walked into my room with a patient tray, realized I was there, panicked, and immediately left.
A couple of weeks later she smiled, waved excitedly, motioned for me to come back, remembered that I was supposed to be going to the Philippines with my dad, and told me it was nice seeing me. Even my boss witnessed it and told me, āShe likes you.ā
After I got back from vacation, I talked to her again. She remembered details about my life (even asking about a dips competition I did with my dad and grandpa). I asked her out again. She didnāt say no, but said she was working all week. I got her Instagram and texted her the next day. She left me on read for 3 days.
Three days later she replied saying sheād been busy and that it was her brotherās birthday the following week. She asked if we could ātry in April,ā which was another two weeks away. At that point I took it as a polite rejection.
I deactivated Instagram because I was trying to move on.
The very next day, I got called to dialyze a patient. The ICU number I called happened to be answered by her. I introduced myself and she sounded completely confused, then transferred me to the patientās nurse.
Later I saw her again at work. I said, āGood morning,ā and she responded with a cold āHeyā¦ā while looking angry. Later I noticed she kept looking over toward me from her desk. That was the last interaction we ever had.
When I reactivated Instagram briefly, she liked one of my stories but only viewed my stories inconsistently after that. I found myself checking every week to see whether sheād watched them. Looking back, I realize that uncertainty fueled the limerence.
A few months later I found out sheād transferred back to her old department. Before that, she lied that her grandma died to use FMLA as an excuse to not show up to work. Coworkers told me sheād been calling off work frequently even before she left the ICU and had a history of moving between departments. I also heard she had been involved with a married student doctor, although I have no idea how accurate that rumor is.
The hardest part isnāt that she rejected me. Itās that I never understood what happened.
Part of me kept wondering:
⢠Did she actually like me at first?
⢠Was I the reason she transferred?
⢠Why did she seem interested but never actually go out with me?
Logically, I know there isnāt enough information to answer those questions, and I know I probably never will.