Catherine mentions self-censoring in her latest post, which is something I’ve been thinking about lately due to the fact that I’ve noticed I’m suddenly getting some non-me traffic from where I work. I never use people’s names, however, so I guess I’m OK still bitching about work now and then, right? It’s probably some sort of ex, anyway. It is only a matter of time before people realize I’ve had one username since I was 15 or 16, that I use that very same username on fifteen social networking etc. sites and five different instant messaging platforms, so maybe they should put a dot com on the end of it and see what happens…?
So I’ll segue that right into …
The x-Files, Part 3; or, reason number 579 I don’t date coworkers…
I’m going to explain how this date went with a nice itemized list of observations I made over the course of our date…
- Do not spend the first twenty minutes of precious quick coffee date time talking about work. If I want to eat/drink while talking about work, I’ll go to the cafeteria…at work.
- Know who you’re taking out. Please do not suddenly realize who my father is in the middle of the date, and suddenly turn bright red when you realize you’re not only taking out your coworker, but your coworker’s daughter.
- No, I didn’t care that you were older than me…until you mentioned it about 2,983 times. Really, if this is such an issue, why the hell did you ask me out?
- WTF, you’re still married? You’re still living with her? What?
- You hate cats? OK – I have two. No, I don’t want to “trade them in for a dog.”
- Bux does not have liquor for their coffee, sorry, you’ll have to wait until you get home and have your wife pour you a nice big boozy drink.
- Another 20 minutes later and I wish *I* had liquor in my coffee…
- Finally extract myself from terrible conversation with standard, “I need to go home and take care of my cats” line. He does not have my cell phone number; I do not give it to him.
So if he asks me out again I’m going to give the standard, “thank you, but this doesn’t really work for me,” line – though if his behaviour today is any indication, I don’t think he’ll be talking to me again anytime soon. He just spent 20 minutes talking to my boss (who sits three feet away from me, seeing as we share half a cubicle) and didn’t even say hello. What an asshole.
So much for classy…
It looks as if he asked you out on impulse, without really thinking it through. Almost as if your acceptance of the invitation had taken him by surprize.
Anyway, if you hadn’t said yes, you’d still be asking yourself what you might have missed. Nothing was lost for you, and we (your readers) gained another interesting blog post!
Johan Lont´s last blog post..jclont: If you think you have confidence, you have. If you think you lack confidence, you do. You can’t be mistaken on this.
This is a perfect example of why you always make the first one coffee. Can you imagine if you were at dinner?
Johan – I agree! That might be why I said yes; but really, it was mostly CURIOSITY – like i said, we call him The Grinch at work…
Wayne – yeah, I probably won’t do that making-dinner-at-home first date ever again ;)