at least try to look like you don't know what you're doing
andrea_rosica's post about Huggable Bouncer guy reminded me of the
Soozy e-mailed me yesterday and told me she'd be at annien1004's happy hour, along with a few co-workers, including one I knew not by name but by a story (recounted by Soozy) of him sleeping under his desk during his lunch hour. Pillow and all.
Hmm.
I arrived at HH looking somewhat presentable, only because I was wearing my cute black silk top that I'd employed for Interview No. 1 yesterday. (And my rockin' tan, a result of Skin Cancer Summer.)
I started talking to Sooz, who pointed out Napping Coworker. I immediately decided two things. One: This guy is a player. He was surrounded by women and seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
And two: This guy is cute. Longish brown hair, tall and, bonus, wearing The Blue Shirt that every desk-relegated guy owns. Ever since the days of high school dances, I have looooooved The Blue Shirt.
Sooz introduced us, and we chatted for a bit but, it being a happy hour, we were both surrounded by people vying for our attention. The initial conversation was pleasant but didn't last long.
We met again a few minutes later as I was exiting the bar area to return to my friends. "Campbell! I was just coming to find you," Napping Coworker tells me.
Mhmm.
"Well, here I am," I (not) suavely answered. He asked if we could chat by the bar, and since I always like to have the bar at arms' length, I answered in the affirmative. The conversation that ensued assured me that my intial instinct--that this guy knows and likes the ladies--was accurate.
"So do you know [Susan's coworker] Randy?" he asked.
"Yeah, I know Randy." Susan has told me stories about Randy, a 40-ish guy in her office.
"Well, he was right. Susan's friends are hot," Napping Coworker looked down at me and smiled. I laughed.
"Well, I've never met Randy, so he probably wasn't talking about me," I smiled back. Napping Coworker blanched for a second, probably deciding whether to continue his conquest of The Girl That Cannot Flirt Back. I guess he was willing to give it another shot, as he tried another route.
"So what's with the sunglasses?" My Chanels were still perched on top of my head, as I had rushed over from the Metro and hadn't time--or the care--to put them in my cute-but-way-too-small purse.
"I'm trying to be Jack Nicholson," I answered. "Plus," I raised my hands, each of which were holding a Miller Lite bottle, "I'm a little occupied right now." He laughed and offered to help, and we comically tried to find a way to get the purse past the bottles as Susan approached. The three of us started talking, but as tends to happen at such events, Susan and I got deeper into conversation and went back to meet our friends, leaving Napping Coworker at the bar.
We met up again about an hour later, although I'd seen him once or twice around the bar, each time with a different girl. My instincts about Napping Coworker were right on target.
"I thought you left!" he said to me.
"Nope," I told him. "But soon, I think."
"You're leaving without my number?" he asked, obviously willing to give it another go with The Girl Who Is Immune To Seduction.
"Uhhh," I stalled, taking far too long to find an appropriate response. Finally: "You're leaving without mine?" STUPID! He's not leaving, you idiot. He must not have thought too much of that, as he smiled and pulled out his cell phone.
"So I'm not very good at this," he told me. I suppressed a laugh. "But would it be OK if I called you to take you out?" I told him that would be fine, as we each coquettishly smiled at the other and parted.
I talked to Soozy later and told her what had gone down.
"I get the feeling that he does this a lot," I told her. "Despite his claim of, 'I'm not very good at this.'"
"Yeah, he's tried and true," she said. "But I think he'd be someone to have fun with."
And in the midst of moving and changing jobs and other too-adult distractions, there's certainly nothing wrong with someone to have fun with.
Soozy e-mailed me yesterday and told me she'd be at annien1004's happy hour, along with a few co-workers, including one I knew not by name but by a story (recounted by Soozy) of him sleeping under his desk during his lunch hour. Pillow and all.
Hmm.
I arrived at HH looking somewhat presentable, only because I was wearing my cute black silk top that I'd employed for Interview No. 1 yesterday. (And my rockin' tan, a result of Skin Cancer Summer.)
I started talking to Sooz, who pointed out Napping Coworker. I immediately decided two things. One: This guy is a player. He was surrounded by women and seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
And two: This guy is cute. Longish brown hair, tall and, bonus, wearing The Blue Shirt that every desk-relegated guy owns. Ever since the days of high school dances, I have looooooved The Blue Shirt.
Sooz introduced us, and we chatted for a bit but, it being a happy hour, we were both surrounded by people vying for our attention. The initial conversation was pleasant but didn't last long.
We met again a few minutes later as I was exiting the bar area to return to my friends. "Campbell! I was just coming to find you," Napping Coworker tells me.
Mhmm.
"Well, here I am," I (not) suavely answered. He asked if we could chat by the bar, and since I always like to have the bar at arms' length, I answered in the affirmative. The conversation that ensued assured me that my intial instinct--that this guy knows and likes the ladies--was accurate.
"So do you know [Susan's coworker] Randy?" he asked.
"Yeah, I know Randy." Susan has told me stories about Randy, a 40-ish guy in her office.
"Well, he was right. Susan's friends are hot," Napping Coworker looked down at me and smiled. I laughed.
"Well, I've never met Randy, so he probably wasn't talking about me," I smiled back. Napping Coworker blanched for a second, probably deciding whether to continue his conquest of The Girl That Cannot Flirt Back. I guess he was willing to give it another shot, as he tried another route.
"So what's with the sunglasses?" My Chanels were still perched on top of my head, as I had rushed over from the Metro and hadn't time--or the care--to put them in my cute-but-way-too-small purse.
"I'm trying to be Jack Nicholson," I answered. "Plus," I raised my hands, each of which were holding a Miller Lite bottle, "I'm a little occupied right now." He laughed and offered to help, and we comically tried to find a way to get the purse past the bottles as Susan approached. The three of us started talking, but as tends to happen at such events, Susan and I got deeper into conversation and went back to meet our friends, leaving Napping Coworker at the bar.
We met up again about an hour later, although I'd seen him once or twice around the bar, each time with a different girl. My instincts about Napping Coworker were right on target.
"I thought you left!" he said to me.
"Nope," I told him. "But soon, I think."
"You're leaving without my number?" he asked, obviously willing to give it another go with The Girl Who Is Immune To Seduction.
"Uhhh," I stalled, taking far too long to find an appropriate response. Finally: "You're leaving without mine?" STUPID! He's not leaving, you idiot. He must not have thought too much of that, as he smiled and pulled out his cell phone.
"So I'm not very good at this," he told me. I suppressed a laugh. "But would it be OK if I called you to take you out?" I told him that would be fine, as we each coquettishly smiled at the other and parted.
I talked to Soozy later and told her what had gone down.
"I get the feeling that he does this a lot," I told her. "Despite his claim of, 'I'm not very good at this.'"
"Yeah, he's tried and true," she said. "But I think he'd be someone to have fun with."
And in the midst of moving and changing jobs and other too-adult distractions, there's certainly nothing wrong with someone to have fun with.