used to think pursuing someone was just being good at texting, picking the right bar, reading the room. turns out when you actually like someone, the hardest part is shutting up. one 'not my type' from her and i smiled like a professional, went home, and remembered it for four years. pathetic? maybe. but now every step comes with a risk assessment: am i bothering her, am i making work harder, does she think i'm still that guy. anyway. can a reformed office flirt successfully pursue a terrifyingly competent senior, or should i delete my entire personality?