There's a girl at work. We got hired at the same time around seven months ago. It was obvious she's beautiful from the jump, but I started getting feelings for her like a month or so later. I'd flirt with her and everything and it seemed like she was reciprocating, but I didn't do anything because she's way out of my league and I didn't trust anything. But then the other girls that work with her tell me she likes me and I should ask her out. So I do and she says yes. She's talkative and flirts with me. She tells me somewhat jokingly that I'm gonna gift her mom a baby after I send her a baby picture of me. And we hang out for a few weeks. Things go well and she tells me she has fun with me and talks about trips we're going to take and all this other stuff. But she's seeming to talk to me less outside of the dates. Which, of course, makes me paranoid, but I try to chalk it up to how I am. Nothing's really happening, but I talk to one of the other girls at work and she says the girl I'm dating has had bad relationships in the past and to be patient. I understand that, I can do that. Our last date, she tells me that she had a good time. And then when I ask her again a few days later, she tells me "she can't get past the friendship level." I'm confused, because I don't talk to people the way she talked to me if I just want to be friends with them. But okay. I'll keep being friendly and maybe I can figure out what I did wrong eventually. And she says she's happy to hang out as friends any time. And yet she still sends confusing signals. She points out a hole in my shirt by coming up and touching my arm. She says she wants me to buy her a boat (inside joke) so I can be her driver. But I never hear from her outside of work unless I make the effort. And when I ask her to do something, she just says maybe some other time. I don't get how people can fuck with other people's heads like this. I don't understand what I did wrong. I knew I would fuck it up, but maybe it would be easier if I knew how. And it just hurts to think about how we used to be, even if it was so short, because I thought it was going to really be something.