Guess who's back...
Where to start...
I got asked to join a three-some. YAY me!!!
As an assistant manager at snickerz, i'm kind of the comedians' bitch. Liason would be a more classy term... but why try to dress it up. I'm their little gopher. I have the most contact with them. I'm responsible for them being happy both on and off the stage. When they get into town, they get my cell number in case there's anything they need help with, from groceries to delivering head shots, to getting their cars back from a bar at 4 in the afternoon(true story).
Anyways, the whole staff was leaving work together this past saturday night and one of the comedians called me over. Assuming it was something work-related that he needed, I trotted over and asked him what was up. His response? "I've had carte-blanche[side note, none of my coworkers knew what a carte blanche was when i told them this story] from my wife for my whole marriage and I've never been tempted to use it once until I met you [crock of shit, party of one] Would you like to come back to the hotel with me? I think my wife would like you."
My state of shock did not, unfortunately, render me speechless. What was my ever so kind response? "I'm flattered honey, but i'm good." REALLY?!?!?!?!?! "I'm good"???? I feel really awful. He was really respectful, really sweet, really nice, and really funny. What do I say? "I'm good."
This whole debacle made me contemplate something that is as constant in my life as death and taxes. Why do guys that I consider beneath me [probably not the best choice of words, but work with me here] hit on me in droves, but those that I think i'm on their level or they're just barely out of my league, look at me like I'm scum?
Off to ponder this and start planning my life as an old maid... catch you all later...
I'll update more often, I promise.
I got asked to join a three-some. YAY me!!!
As an assistant manager at snickerz, i'm kind of the comedians' bitch. Liason would be a more classy term... but why try to dress it up. I'm their little gopher. I have the most contact with them. I'm responsible for them being happy both on and off the stage. When they get into town, they get my cell number in case there's anything they need help with, from groceries to delivering head shots, to getting their cars back from a bar at 4 in the afternoon(true story).
Anyways, the whole staff was leaving work together this past saturday night and one of the comedians called me over. Assuming it was something work-related that he needed, I trotted over and asked him what was up. His response? "I've had carte-blanche[side note, none of my coworkers knew what a carte blanche was when i told them this story] from my wife for my whole marriage and I've never been tempted to use it once until I met you [crock of shit, party of one] Would you like to come back to the hotel with me? I think my wife would like you."
My state of shock did not, unfortunately, render me speechless. What was my ever so kind response? "I'm flattered honey, but i'm good." REALLY?!?!?!?!?! "I'm good"???? I feel really awful. He was really respectful, really sweet, really nice, and really funny. What do I say? "I'm good."
This whole debacle made me contemplate something that is as constant in my life as death and taxes. Why do guys that I consider beneath me [probably not the best choice of words, but work with me here] hit on me in droves, but those that I think i'm on their level or they're just barely out of my league, look at me like I'm scum?
Off to ponder this and start planning my life as an old maid... catch you all later...
I'll update more often, I promise.