The return of hat-man

Dear non-existent reader. Do you remember my little obsession with that bartender-guy from last summer? (If not you can get a rather emberassing impression here).Well. I'm back at it. Or him. My main problem is this: my friend Anna keeps telling me that she thinks he really likes me. I don't think so. That's the thing with waiters and the like: if they are doing a good job they are really nice to you. Especially at a bar, where the customer sits right next to them all night. I don't see a difference in the way he treats me compared to other drinkers. Anna does. But I 'm afraid that's because she would really wish it for me to happen. Last weekend we were there twice - we honestley did not know he'd be there for any of the nights. It wasn't on purpose, I've kept the stalking to an extreme minimum since the summer. It's really no good to be at least slightly drunk every time you see someone you like. Especially if he's not since he's working.
I can't believe I actually asked him about the night of my mothers death! How intimidating must that have been. A complete turn-off. I'm no good at flirting, that's for sure.