Today I went on a tour for work where I probably met at least 20 people I have never met before. They were all very casual introductions. I was with my boss who is an intensely humble man, and people seem to sense it, so they are very very polite and kind to him. People give him a lot of room and a lot of respect. He deserves it. Really.
Meanwhile I am still pretty shy during corporate events and stood behind him like a giant fat scared puppy. However, I was profoundly affected a few years ago by a little Meg Ryan quote that discusses the importance of using your last name when introducing yourself. Therefore I am pretty good about standing up, shaking a hand and saying my name loud and clear.
Until today. Until today when I met the most fabulously handsome guy just sitting there behind his supervisory cubicle at which point I thought to myself good gracious you must be totally too young for me, but I do not care. You are so handsome and innocent and look at your perfectly tousled hair and could you be any more burly and yet you have this slight edge about you that says at work I am so good, but anywhere else: bad.
And when he reached for my hand, I just squeaked.
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it’s a crime
I can just hear you squeaking. lol