The skirt in question.
I headed out to the Auckland Seafood Festival today with my best friend and sister. Since I know the boys at the Viaduct Marina I thought I’d pop in and be cheeky and ask to park there, for free. I have had a previous, ummmm, shall we say mishap? with one of the Marina guys there. I jog up the stairs to find three of them working, well actually drinking beer by this time in the afternoon. They all greet me and ask what I’m up to. I say I’m heading to the Seafood Festival and want to be cheeky and leave my car here. This previously mentioned man, whom I have not seen in about ten months says something for the first time; “wow, that’s a short skirt!“. Being female, and having a tiny past with him I instantly feel insecure. Asswipe. The other guys ignore him and offer me a beer. I say no and re-ask my car parking situation, one of them tells me it’s fine and I head back out the door.
The girls and I head for the water taxi to take us over to the function. I suddenly think, feck this, I’m going to call him out on it. So send him a text;
You’re such a cheeky shit. Wanna pick us up after in the work boat?
He replied almost instantly;
Would love to just for another look, but I’m heading off now.
A few more flirty texts were sent back and forth, all in good nature – and yes, I’m pretty sure he’s still with his girlfriend. But why is it that a guy you like, even from MONTHS ago can instantly make you doubt yourself? When really he wasn’t even picking holes, it turned out to be quite the opposite.
I need to stop doubting myself. Although, the real moral to this story is not to fall for the flirty guys. God damn they’re bad, but oh so smooooooth.
The Pom from our Insurance company just rang to say he wont be able to issue our insurance certificates until next week as he’s off to the Mariner Operators Association (MOA) conference, the same one my boss is heading to this week.
I replied with; “Oh that’s no problem, you’ll have a great time down there!”
“I’m actually a bit nervous, I don’t know anyone else going” he replied.
Cute!! So I thought to make it light hearted by saying “oh don’t worry, my boss doesn’t have any friends either, he’ll be the cross-eyed one sitting in the corner wearing a hat with a propeller on top!”
Both the Pom on the phone, and my boss two metres away from me start laughing. “You bitch!’ my boss exclaims at the same time the Pom states he feels much better about going. I hang up feeling I made his day.
“Why didn’t you tell him I’d be licking the windows as well??” my boss asks.
… exclaims my ever excited boss, completely thrilled with himself.
We have been snowed under at work lately with a tender we had to complete by 3pm today. We did it. But there were a few moments there when I wondered if we’d make it. Especially when at 9pm last night, while I’m out on a date (with an Intelligence Analyst for the police – more on him later, don’t want to jinx it!) and my boss rings because he can’t find a supporting document. Awesome. Luckily my date was all fine with it and I helped my boss out.
Today after my boss drove the tender to it’s submission box he arrived back in the office and the following conversation/interrogation occured:
Boss (32 year old male): So how was your overall feel of last night’s date?
Me: Yeah it went really well.
Boss: Did it end in a hug or kiss?
Boss: Have you heard from him today?
Boss: Good! Well ring him and tell him you’re taking him out to a restaurant by the beach, my treat.
Boss: It’s my treat for all your help with this tender. Now ring!
Me: Shiiit, you’re mean!
Boss: I know, ring!
So I did. He didn’t answer his phone.
Me: Look what you did, he doesn’t want to answer my calls!
Boss: He’ll ring.
A good twenty minutes later my phone rings.
Boss: God, I’m awesome. Just call me cupid!
He is kinda awesome. So date two tonight! Woo!
Today I rang my bank to find out what the difference is between my Visa credit card and my Visa debit card. Ie. which one should I use in Thailand, Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia?
My question was answered by a young sounding man who exclaimed that he too was going to those countries in early 2010. Oh wow, what a coincidence! So our conversation slowly turned from banking to everything else, he asked me what vaccinations I’d had. I told him. I asked him what plans they had.
Mid-way through his answer he broke into a spiel about what travel insurance the bank could offer me. I asked him confused, “I already told you I had travel insurance?“.
“Sorry!” he replied. “My supervisor just walked past… ok so after Thailand we’re skipping straight to Vietnam…” Haha, seriously, he had me laughing!
After 15 minutes of chatting and lengthening out the conversation as much as possible without either of us getting in trouble from our bosses, he asked for my account access number, no idea why? He didn’t need to know anything within my account. Bank-stalker-tactics!! Now he has my name, address, phone number and financial history!
So anyway, he will be over in southeast Asia around the same time as me, with six other male friends. Let’s hope we bang into them… I mean in case I need some banking advice or similar.
At work today my little minion (read: our 17 year old worker that I get to boss around) tells me that his friend who worked one day for us last week thinks I’m hot. His 18 year old friend.
So I ask him; “how old does this friend of yours think I am?“. He promptly pulls out his cellphone and texts him.
An instant reply saying; “21, did you tell her I thought she was hot?“.
He replies with: “yes I told her, and she’s 25.”
Another instant reply from the friend; “does that count as a cougar? if it does it’s game on! haha. she’s not doing bad for 25 eh?”
Classy Mr 18, so very classy.