speed dating alert.
caitlin's back from nyc, and she's threatening (although she obviously does not see it this way) to drag micky and i on a speed dating rampage. now the new yorker in me is open to meeting interesting people through 2 minute assesments in the adult singleton version of the proverbial toy store, but another part of me dreds the effort i will have to put in.
it's bad enough i had to endure a whole series of job interviews in the past six months. now i'd be willingly subjecting myself to the same torture, at my own expense, with potentially less dividends than a constant salary will fulfill.
dating doesn't really happen in this town. london chicks put it out there like l.a. girls, and it's all about the conquest. or the stiff british upper lip where everyone is all conservative until a few pints at the pub and all hell breaks loose. there's a special breed of london girls, like certain new yorkers, who have no qualms about poaching a man who has a girlfriend. some will even put it out there when the girlfriend is present and has gone to the bathroom. it's that competitive. and between work and work, i don't have the energy to enter that minefield. i'm a confident gal who can hold her own, but no way am i ready to deal with the bullshit of being at ease with my man flirting his ass off with some random chick. it's hard enough seeing a fan club around the one who got away. i'm taking myself out to right field in a game full of right handed pitchers and staying there until this whole ball game is over.
i had drinks with a friend last week who was telling me about a girl at his work. we're talking a girl who's boobs peek out of the strategically arranged garments she wears to work each day. who knew plainly that he lives with his long term girlfriend whom he loves with all his heart. now my friend is not a man to mess around with any woman, much less frivolous twentysomethings who have zoned in on him like a missile. i admit alcohol does loosen inhabitions but it's a lame excuse people use to justify their emotions and actions. a way of post-rationalising something you know deep down you should not be doing.
so i'm proud that my friend despite copious pints in him remained a complete gentleman in control of the situation, striking a perfect balance of distance and politeness. yet that wasn't enough to deter this twentysomething youngen' who basically molested him on a work drinks night out. she's made it clear to the entire office that he's her everest- and she intends to conquer him. so poor brad has to put up with a situation which is more annoying than flattering.
caitlin's back from nyc, and she's threatening (although she obviously does not see it this way) to drag micky and i on a speed dating rampage. now the new yorker in me is open to meeting interesting people through 2 minute assesments in the adult singleton version of the proverbial toy store, but another part of me dreds the effort i will have to put in.
it's bad enough i had to endure a whole series of job interviews in the past six months. now i'd be willingly subjecting myself to the same torture, at my own expense, with potentially less dividends than a constant salary will fulfill.
dating doesn't really happen in this town. london chicks put it out there like l.a. girls, and it's all about the conquest. or the stiff british upper lip where everyone is all conservative until a few pints at the pub and all hell breaks loose. there's a special breed of london girls, like certain new yorkers, who have no qualms about poaching a man who has a girlfriend. some will even put it out there when the girlfriend is present and has gone to the bathroom. it's that competitive. and between work and work, i don't have the energy to enter that minefield. i'm a confident gal who can hold her own, but no way am i ready to deal with the bullshit of being at ease with my man flirting his ass off with some random chick. it's hard enough seeing a fan club around the one who got away. i'm taking myself out to right field in a game full of right handed pitchers and staying there until this whole ball game is over.
i had drinks with a friend last week who was telling me about a girl at his work. we're talking a girl who's boobs peek out of the strategically arranged garments she wears to work each day. who knew plainly that he lives with his long term girlfriend whom he loves with all his heart. now my friend is not a man to mess around with any woman, much less frivolous twentysomethings who have zoned in on him like a missile. i admit alcohol does loosen inhabitions but it's a lame excuse people use to justify their emotions and actions. a way of post-rationalising something you know deep down you should not be doing.
so i'm proud that my friend despite copious pints in him remained a complete gentleman in control of the situation, striking a perfect balance of distance and politeness. yet that wasn't enough to deter this twentysomething youngen' who basically molested him on a work drinks night out. she's made it clear to the entire office that he's her everest- and she intends to conquer him. so poor brad has to put up with a situation which is more annoying than flattering.
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