Today, after leaving a work event, my co-worker's wife handed me a business card. I was pretty flattered because it was the first time anyone's ever really set me up before. "You should give her a call," she said with a smile.
Her husband, my buddy, had to interject. "You know I never like to mix business and friends," he started, "but she might be down for a little... (fist doing that popping motion.)"
"Oh and she lives right by you, too."
"So she might definitely be down for..."
"Yeah," the wife said. "Not to say that she's that kind of a girl. But yes. She'd be down."
All I could say was, well, Thanks.
As I walked home, a big smile came over me. Aside from being good timing for a really nice gesture, I couldn't help but think about how life has started to change for me over the last few days. I had a great time with that girl from work on Sunday. And now this. It doesn't even have to work out. It's just the fact that I think these are definite signs I should be moving on.
I'm not even fazed about the fact that PG didn't reply to my invitation to coffee tonight. I messaged her last night because I figured I'd be getting out of the work event right as she was finishing school. I wanted to talk to her about some stuff because she's been acting weird around me lately. I want to fix what might be wrong because it bothers me to have beef with someone. I don't like having a rift if there's no need to or if I'm over being upset (which happens pretty quickly.) But not only did she not reply to my text (which she usually doesn't,) but she didn't even talk to me today about whether or not she wanted to go (which she usually does.) We passed by each other enough times for there to be an opportunity to say something. Nothing aside from Hi and Bye.
Like I said. Not even fazed. Fuck it.
Goes to show you that life (and God) have a funny way of moving you right along.
So. We finally got some help. A new girl started yesterday to work with Boss and I. Today was the first day I got to show her a few things. I think she'll work out because she's older and seems like she's got great work ethic. There is, however, one little detail. She needs to invest in a little deodorant. I have a feeling it's because she's European, but she smells more like a locker room than a girl. And I hope she'll get the clue before the store starts talking about it. They can be such cruel bastards sometimes. Besides, it would be kind of harsh coming from me because I wouldn't be delicate about it.
I feel like a dick for saying that but presentation is a big part of our jobs. Those are the details customers and the rest of us are critical about. And I know it was because she was sweating, but it was pretty noticeable.
Other than that, she was pretty cool. I think she'll work out just great.
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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1 comment:
Glad to read you're moving on... nice feeling, huh?
The B.O. may just be because she was nervous at her new job. Hopefully.
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