Do any of you remember my little rant about the awkward flirting between two of my co-workers? It drove me nuts. I’m not sure why, it just really got under my skin.
Well, as it turns out, it was only my sweet bruised little ego burning with envy. My jealousy wasn’t directed at the attributes of my hot female co-worker. Rather, it was just a general “pay attention to me, too!” sort of thing. I certainly can’t measure up to a tall, blond, slender Russian, but I’m tragically cool and flirting with me is nothing if not fun.
Lately, though, we’ve had quite a few exchanges, not exactly award-winning flirtations, but he stops by my desk frequently and starts up strange conversations. I can only assume it’s his version of flirting. Whatever it is, it’s enjoyable and I feel much better about myself as a result.
The lesson? Lose a few pounds, get a spectacular haircut, and you, too, can flirt with the dorky new guy at your work!
Well, he isn’t new anymore. And I don’t think my hair or my weight has anything to do with it. And you know, he isn’t nearly as dorky or annoying as I first believed. He’s actually a pretty funny guy, interesting, smart, peculiar. I just had to give him the chance, which I never did until our team-building office outing several months ago. All I’m saying is we’re friends now and it’s nice.
Crazy the things that happen when you get drunk in Provincetown in the middle of the day with your office mates.