I hate Friday nights when I’m working. My schedule is set up that I have to work by myself till late, so there’s no one around in the office, and the building itself pretty much shuts down except for a few stragglers here and there.
Usually this is the time for me to strip down to my undies and start watching Hulu while chowing down on pizza, or prance around the office to the sound of Loverboy’s “Working for the Weekend,” but over the years it’s gotten to be a pretty depressing time for me. It’s like I’m the only person left in the world, with no one to talk to, and it’s just me getting intimate here with a stack of papers until it was finally and mercifully time to go home.
So imagine my surprise when all of a sudden, while I was playing with my pens and swooning to Survivor’s “High On You,” this gorgeous brown-eyed girl materializes out of nowhere.
“Hi, I was wondering if you had change for a dollar? The soda machine won’t take singles here.”
I looked at her and wondered if she was real. She had long flowing, dark brown hair and had deeply tanned skin, and was dressed up in a classy outfit that would have been fit for weddings and funerals. Her eyes seemed to dance.
“Mmwhhh… maawhhmmmm?” Was all I could manage to get out.
“What?”
“Ah… bahmmywhhhhhw… chhh… chhh… ange? Yeah, um sure, um, let me see…”
I promptly opened up all the drawers at my desk. Oh please, please, please let there be change somewhere, anywhere, please, quarters, nickels, Lord, please, help me help me help me help me…
“Sorry, we usually keep a stash somewhere for the sodas, but I we’re out it tapped, uh tapped it out, uh it’s gone, I mean…”
“Awww, that’s ok, I’ll see if maintenance has anything. Thanks anyway!” She smiled brightly, then left, almost as quickly as she appeared.
I sat there for a minute, trying to unfreeze my brain to say something, ANYTHING besides the typical office banter. You know, something like, “Honey, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I would regret it forever if I didn’t ask you right now if you wanted to get together some time, and see if our meeting here hadn’t in fact been arranged by the stars of destiny and true love.”
But nothing came out. I hung my head and went back to turn up the speakers again, where Pandora had been dutifully playing Eric Carmen.
“Allllll byyyyyy myyyyyyseeeeelf, don’t wanna be…”
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I know it goes to wiring but still – you know she’s gorgeous but she may not know she’s gorgeous. She may be thinking you seem like kind of a nice guy and here’s an opportunity to give you an opening… “hmmm, guess he’s not interested.”
Do you know where she works? Show up Monday with a mug full of quarters… follow-up, young man! She might just be as nervous as you.
She’s an intern or temp that works out of another office in the building. They usually just do a few days stint and then disappear, so it must be a seasonal-college thing. Don’t worry though, I’m carrying a coffee can’s load of quarters on Monday just in case. :-D
Dude, you totally blew it… :(
Might I humbly suggest Alison Moyet and “Weak in the Presence of Beauty”? ;-)
Aww… how sweet. Did you try posting an ad? I heard craigslist has a section for ‘missed encounters’. Apparently, when two people meet & somehow they don’t connect the way one of them wants (i.e., the guy is too chicken to ask for her digits), he can post an ad. If she sees it, there’s still hope.
Heard it’s the latest thing….
@Isaiah: Another 80s song! You get a cookie. :-D
@Tawnya: Yeah I heard about that, I also head about a guy who actually made a website about a girl he was looking for. Might have been a scam, but you never know.
I saw a 9 year old boy on Fox & Friends this morning touting a book (best seller) called “How to Talk to Girls.”
From your Netflix viewing over there —> it looks as if you may be Lost.
Maybe the book will help :runs:
I feel like I’ve had so many of those encounters. Some guy will make a clever remark and my brain just freezes. I want to say something witty and to be intelligent but I usually just look like an idiot. It’s a curse.
@ConBelle: I’m not taking my dating advice from some snot-nosed little kid. What is he going to say anyway, stay away from girls who have cooties?
@Lady: No kidding, that’s why I need a spokesman. :-D