Elle
I went on this interview today for a teaching job. It was fun...I wasn't really nervous because I didn't need the job, but I figured it would be fun and could turn into some extra cash. When I got to the place, I met my interviewer, a cute brunette named Elle. She was oh-so-professional when we met, shaking my hand (no man handshake thank god) and leading me to the interview room. Two more were supposed to show up (I guess we were all going to do a presentation in front of the others) but never did. So, it was just the two of us and she started by telling me about the position. I heard a few things that she said, but I was preoccupied with the scene that was going on in my mind. In my mind's eye, I was reaching out and gently running the back of my fingers across her cheek, tickling her earlobe with my finger before I moved it down to her lips. I pictured her parting her lips slightly with a small moan as I moved my body closer to hers.
She said something about questions. I paused, and made a kind of quizzical face, not quite sure what she had just said. Oh, she must have been asking me if I had any questions. I made up a seemingly insightful question and went on imagining. It was incredible...she never broke eye contact with me. I almost literally stared through her for five straight minutes, and she never broke eye contact. This girl had my attention. But, alas, onto the business at hand. I filled out the application before me and demonstrated my teaching style. She seemed impressed enough with both.
Afterwards, we continued to talk about the position, and I finally found a way to steer the conversation over to her. "So, have you had this job? Did you ever teach?" She said she hadn't...that she was more marketing-ish (or something along those lines). Was this girl claiming to have a business mind too sharp to waste? I licked my lips. There is nothing, and will never be anything, more attractive than an intelligent woman. But, this is yet to be proven...since we barely talked, and only in a business setting.
I grabbed a cup of coffee and some good conversation with a friend at a close-by coffee shop before heading home. I passed a grocery store on the way, decided to turn around and go back for a sandwich. When I got in line, there were two girls in front of me, a brunette and a blond. Beside them was a man talking on a cell phone (I think he was talking...he had a cell phone pressed to his melon, although I never heard him say anything). The sandwich maker behind the counter was working and absolutely no one was talking. I smiled hugely at the situation. I'd never seen so many people so close together trying to avoid eye contact or conversation. As each second ticked by, there was more foot shuffling and throat clearing. Finally, the brunette in front of me said some little comment. Finally, I laughed out loud and said "I wondered who was going to crack first!" She turned around smiling and hey, it was Elle. Pretty incredible, considering this store was about a 20-minute drive from where we'd last seen each other.
I grinned, "I thought it was you. Are you following me?"
Laughing, she said, "Well, I had to see what you were like OUTSIDE of work."
I wagged my eyebrows at her. "Can a man have no secrets?"
She grinned, then pulled her face back into that polite, professional grin that I'd seen earlier. Great, she sees this as some extension of the interview. We made some more small talk as her sandwich was finished. I found out she lives right across the street from the grocery store, at a place I used to sneak into the play volleyball. She extended her hand for another shake before she left. I pondered asking her if she wanted to sit together and eat, but I figured I'd let her go. She'd just had a long day (12 hours long) and obviously still saw me as a hiring candidate, so that was not the type of conversation I wanted to have. Regardless of whether I get the job or not, I'm going to have to call her and make arrangements to spend some time. She's either utterly fascinating behind all that professionalism or painfully boring and unemotional. Only one way to find out...
She said something about questions. I paused, and made a kind of quizzical face, not quite sure what she had just said. Oh, she must have been asking me if I had any questions. I made up a seemingly insightful question and went on imagining. It was incredible...she never broke eye contact with me. I almost literally stared through her for five straight minutes, and she never broke eye contact. This girl had my attention. But, alas, onto the business at hand. I filled out the application before me and demonstrated my teaching style. She seemed impressed enough with both.
Afterwards, we continued to talk about the position, and I finally found a way to steer the conversation over to her. "So, have you had this job? Did you ever teach?" She said she hadn't...that she was more marketing-ish (or something along those lines). Was this girl claiming to have a business mind too sharp to waste? I licked my lips. There is nothing, and will never be anything, more attractive than an intelligent woman. But, this is yet to be proven...since we barely talked, and only in a business setting.
I grabbed a cup of coffee and some good conversation with a friend at a close-by coffee shop before heading home. I passed a grocery store on the way, decided to turn around and go back for a sandwich. When I got in line, there were two girls in front of me, a brunette and a blond. Beside them was a man talking on a cell phone (I think he was talking...he had a cell phone pressed to his melon, although I never heard him say anything). The sandwich maker behind the counter was working and absolutely no one was talking. I smiled hugely at the situation. I'd never seen so many people so close together trying to avoid eye contact or conversation. As each second ticked by, there was more foot shuffling and throat clearing. Finally, the brunette in front of me said some little comment. Finally, I laughed out loud and said "I wondered who was going to crack first!" She turned around smiling and hey, it was Elle. Pretty incredible, considering this store was about a 20-minute drive from where we'd last seen each other.
I grinned, "I thought it was you. Are you following me?"
Laughing, she said, "Well, I had to see what you were like OUTSIDE of work."
I wagged my eyebrows at her. "Can a man have no secrets?"
She grinned, then pulled her face back into that polite, professional grin that I'd seen earlier. Great, she sees this as some extension of the interview. We made some more small talk as her sandwich was finished. I found out she lives right across the street from the grocery store, at a place I used to sneak into the play volleyball. She extended her hand for another shake before she left. I pondered asking her if she wanted to sit together and eat, but I figured I'd let her go. She'd just had a long day (12 hours long) and obviously still saw me as a hiring candidate, so that was not the type of conversation I wanted to have. Regardless of whether I get the job or not, I'm going to have to call her and make arrangements to spend some time. She's either utterly fascinating behind all that professionalism or painfully boring and unemotional. Only one way to find out...