I Died Blushing
We showed up at the Ayala Museum after the Manila Jazz Festival, around 1 a.m. There was a party tonight celebrating the launching of Studio 88, a new production house; advertising people were invited, which included Iea and her friends. I got dragged along on the promise of an open bar and good music.
Midway through my second beer I spied someone who I thought was . I've never met her in person, but I do subscribe to her livejournal, and she to mine - and I thought, hey, this would be a good opportunity to get to know her. I disengaged from my wife and made my way to where she was chatting with a very gay man in a green shirt.
"Hi," I said, flippantly. "I'm sorry to disturb, but are you by any chance on livejournal? I think you're on my friends list."
"Sorry, no," she replied, and I blushed. Apologetic, I made my way to the bar to get another drink.
On my way back to my friends Green Shirt waves me over; he's excited. Maybe I was wrong after all. "Do it again," he instructs, and I extend my hand. "Hi, I'm Manny."
"I'm Anne," she replies. "Are you also in advertising?"
Holy shit.
Now, this was an extraordinarily pretty girl - head-turning, at the very least, and not one that I'd be ashamed to be seen in the company of - but she definitely got the wrong impression.
"Uh... okay, let me just be clear... I was just worried I was snubbing a friend... my wife's in advertising... I wasn't hitting on you... sorry..."
I couldn't tell who was more embarrassed to be there. Even Green Shirt was blushing.
So I excused myself and made my way back to my friends, where I promptly died of shame.
They bury me next Tuesday. Do drop by; I hear the canapes are going to be fabulous.
Midway through my second beer I spied someone who I thought was . I've never met her in person, but I do subscribe to her livejournal, and she to mine - and I thought, hey, this would be a good opportunity to get to know her. I disengaged from my wife and made my way to where she was chatting with a very gay man in a green shirt.
"Hi," I said, flippantly. "I'm sorry to disturb, but are you by any chance on livejournal? I think you're on my friends list."
"Sorry, no," she replied, and I blushed. Apologetic, I made my way to the bar to get another drink.
On my way back to my friends Green Shirt waves me over; he's excited. Maybe I was wrong after all. "Do it again," he instructs, and I extend my hand. "Hi, I'm Manny."
"I'm Anne," she replies. "Are you also in advertising?"
Holy shit.
Now, this was an extraordinarily pretty girl - head-turning, at the very least, and not one that I'd be ashamed to be seen in the company of - but she definitely got the wrong impression.
"Uh... okay, let me just be clear... I was just worried I was snubbing a friend... my wife's in advertising... I wasn't hitting on you... sorry..."
I couldn't tell who was more embarrassed to be there. Even Green Shirt was blushing.
So I excused myself and made my way back to my friends, where I promptly died of shame.
They bury me next Tuesday. Do drop by; I hear the canapes are going to be fabulous.