I don’t understand women.
Last night, I attended the first meeting of my parish’s new Stewardship Commision which my pastor asked me to be part of, a Commision which reports to him and has all the powers, if not more, than the Parish Council. I have an inkling which tells me that my pastor volunteered me since I’m a young (27), single male; thus, my counterpart is a young (27), married female (who I will call Eve). The rest of the group represents the older demographic of our parish.
Eve and I have known each other since I went through RCIA back in 2006-07, and we formed a nice acquaintance. I had a crush on her during that time and asked her to come along on a few outings, but once I learned that she was married then I backed off. Over the past three years, we haven’t spoken much, to be honest, only occasionally after Mass, but she’s always been glad to see me. I have always just taken this to be a part of who she is, namely somebody who is very friendly and glad to see everyone.
The Commision met last night at our new leader’s house for an informal dinner and casual conversation so that we could break the ice and make everybody feel comfortable with one another. Eve not only made an effort to sit next to me at the dinner table, but later made a similar effort to sit next to me on the loveseat in the family room. I didn’t infer too much from these at the time. She asked me how I was doing, what I had been up to, and other casual conversation.
Later on, once the actual meeting was adjourned, we were chatting in the kitchen and she comes up, places her hand on my arm, smiles and says, “It’s so good to see you!” I put my arm around her waist, gave her something of a hug, and told her the same – at which point she looks at me and says, “You know, you’re one of my favorite people.” Brief pause. “I think about you alot.”
I’m not sure if I responded, but I’m definitely sure that I looked at her dumbly.
“Really,” she says, “I think about you alot.”
I then changed the subject to her work.
I don’t know what to think or do. My hormones are raging because here is a very attractive, young girl presumably flirting with me quite strongly, but I definitely don’t want us to sin through seeming scandalous, much less do I want her to break her marriage vows! So, I’m thinking, “Maybe she’s just being really friendly; maybe that’s just how she is,” but when I presented this situation to other women, young and older, who I work with, it’s pretty unanimous that she was flirting. The touch. And what married woman says “I think about you alot” to a single guy and not know what she’s saying or what he’ll infer?
As I changed the subject to her work, she then invited me to her workshop. “I’d love for you to come by,” she said.
This is going make *our *work as a Commision very, very difficult.