"Join us for another round," the Brit proposed as he and a coworker settled up with the bartender.
"Would love to but I really need to get home to finish some work," I said, exaggerating my interest and fibbing about my professional obligations. Besides there being no chemistry on my end, he was sporting a gold pinky ring. Gold. Pinky ring. On a man.
"Then I'll call to make sure you got home okay."
I stopped to get gas. I set my boots in my closet and my purse on a dining room chair. I meandered into my office and glanced at my computer, a mandatory training session frozen on slide twenty-three of ninety-six. And in the process, I missed his calls. Yes, two of them.
"Hey!" I said when my phone rang a third time. "I have my phone on vibrate and didn't hear it buzzing earlier."
"You got home alright?" he asked.
I told him yes and then somehow got sucked into a conversation, politely answering his questions while watching the television on mute.
"I'm sorry?" I asked.
"I said, what do you wear when you're feeling mischievous?"
Part of me wanted to lecture him that such an inquiry was inappropriate, referencing Naomi Wolf and quoting Emily Post. Another part wanted to point out that me leaning in and whispering, "I'm not wearing any panties," is much sexier than me randomly noting that on some occasions I go commando. And yet another part of me was concerned by the random rustling in the background.
"I'm really not comfortable with that question," I said, ignoring the fact that there is enough evidence littering my past to preclude me from ever running for public office. "Also, I really do need to get back to work."
The next morning, as my trainer counted out peck-fly reps, sweat dripping off my nose and landing on the bench, I relayed the story.
"I'm not sure if the British accent hurt or helped but he just came across as such a creeper."
My trainer snickered and laughed, covering his mouth and doubling over at the waist. And when he was done, when he had finally composed himself, he responded.
"Oh yeah, no, dude was totally jerking off."
3 comments:
so what you are saying is, you aren't going back out with him?
Ha! I agree with the trainer. That guy is a creeper.
Gross.
*pushes my return to dating back to 4th quarter. 2015*.
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