So I’m sitting at my desk, typing away, and some guy from the building comes in and asks for so-and-so’s office. I direct him to where he needs to go.
On the way back out, he stops at my desk again and says, “may I ask what your ethnicity is?” So I tell him, and he says, “you’re beautiful.”
Now, I didn’t get all goopy about it like I do when Certain Other People tell me that, but it’s sure nice to hear.
Maybe the more you hear it, the more likely you’ll be to believe it.
You LIE! All of you!!
Well, hello. You ARE beautiful.
Hee. You just wanna get into my pants.
[Seriously, thank you. *smooch*]
Did he ask for your number?
No he did not. And if he had, I would have politely declined, of course, because I’ve already got the Best Boyfriend Ever.
Yeah, so what if I asked for your number, HUH?
Oh, you’ve *got* my number baby.