It’s been a while since I wrote about this or have brought it up, but I’m doing another Year of Yes.

This year is like any other year where there will be times when I just forget that I’m doing it, so I would say my typical no and others where I’ll remember and do it.

But, to be fair, it’s not like I have many opportunities to do it. I just go about my day, my life like I normally would and think nothing of it.

I did get invited to do an escape room with the Ad Ops and the Search team this past Wednesday. It was my first escape room and I’ve always wanted to do one, but never did because of the lack of friends and opportunities.

Remembering to say yes and just wanting to hang out anyway with the group, I went and it was pretty cool.

We started late, but we got out in about 52 minutes. It was fun and they were a good group of people to hang out with. It wasn’t awkward because for me because we were all working towards something anyway.

Then we went to get dinner at a local bar/restaurant down the street. I didn’t have a bad time, but their fucking service was horrible. A few of the group wrote 1-star reviews on yelp. Yeah, it was shitty service.

Year of Yes is still trucking along. I don’t get many opportunities, but I’m trying to make it an effort to remember to say yes to things.

Who knows what it’ll bring me and how long I fall back to my old ways?

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I should be a model.

I was told that by the same girl twice and the last time was this past Friday. She’s too kind and nice, but she says she tells it like it is.

Compliments.

I just don’t know how to take compliments and I guess that’s something that I need to learn how to do, or do better.

I laughed of course when I heard her say that I should be a model, again. It’s just too funny. Me, a model. HA!

I don’t think there’s anything that’s very stylish about me. I just wear whatever I wear and for the most part, I simply don’t give a fuck. My hair is a perpetual mess of not knowing what it wants to be for I’m just trying to make it through until it is time for me to cut it.

The other day, I dressed up a little bit, button up shirt tucked in to my chinos and shoes. I received many compliments that day. I looked sharp. I always find it funny and in a way somewhat offensive when I do make the effort of fixing my hair and dressing in something other than my travel jeans, t-shirt, and a hoodie.

It just means that I look like shit any other day. My common response when someone tells me that I look nice today is I look nice every day and they are like, no.

If only I put in the effort, I guess. If only.

A few months ago, the Yam asked why I’m single because she thinks I’m the total package. I’m good looking, smart, cooks, etc etc etc. I don’t remember everything that she listed, but the gist is hey, you’re a good and decent guy, why are you single?

Again, a compliment that I don’t know how to take or answer. But the answer is complicated like it normally is.

I got back to this time and time again, I do wonder what people actually think of me.

I see many girls in the office would smile at me when they walk by, say hi and what not, but how many of them is because we work with each other and they are nice.

A few weeks back I had a conversation with Glymph and we were talking about guys liking her and I made the comment that there are no girls that like me or something in that vein and she just stops talking and smiles, like she almost got caught saying something that she shouldn’t. Of course, she didn’t expand on it and I didn’t press her on it.

Better to leave it. Most of the girls in the office are uber young anyway. Way too young.

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