yesterday i was hit on. and i mean, i don't really mind being hit on, it boosts my self esteem and makes me feel hot. but it was the weirdest situation i have ever endured. it went like this:
man walks to my desk. picture it: long tangly brown hair, a yellow t-shirt with red and green stripes with some sort of Slavic language printed across the front. he had a man purse and here's the kicker--wait for it-- a GIANT amethyst ring on his left pinky finger. and so it went like this:
L: (in cheery receptionist voice) "hello! how can i help you?"
guy: "hi i'm Robert. i used to work here. i need the head of gardening to fill out this stop work form for me by today or tomorrow, what's your number we should hang out sometime."
L: WTF?!?!?>D>S?DFJDFLHJ "uh, i'm married."
L: awkward laugh.
Robert: "i'm married too...actually i used to be married. it didn't work out."
7 minutes later
L: (answering phone) "thank you for calling RSH this is L"
Robert: "hi, i was just in there...? i forgot to leave my contact information..."
Robert: "555-5555....don't call me late at night now, ok?"
L: "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK BYE"
HOW AWKWARD WAS THAT ENTIRE EXCHANGE?! and why did he have to be weird? why couldn't he have been a cool guy?
i really enjoy the moment when i can sweetly and bashfully say, "oh, i'm married!" and show the guy my ring. it's such a Hollywood movie moment, isn't it? like i always pictured myself being able to say it, but now that it's REAL, it's even more fun! like ha ha you missed out, i'm a catch, yes, i know, but it's too late, i have a wonderful husband who lets me fart in front of him. and i'm never going back to being single ever again.