red_flynn

You can tell your job is really boring when people around you start trying to keep themselves entertained via strange means. Last night for examlpe, one of the fellows that sits next to me, rather nice guy, starts telling me how a woman had just walked by and looked at me with 'interest'. I, of course, was oblivious to this as I was watching John Carpenter's Escape From New York. I probably wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't anyways, I'm pretty bad about picking up on the subdle hints that women give when they're interested, but don't want to make the first move. So thinking he was completely full of shit, but not saying so directly, I laugh at the comment. Which he actually prefaced with; "Are you single?". I couldn't let this opportunity slide, so I asked, loud enough for others to hear; "Why, are you asking me on a date?". This elected a laugh from some of the others sitting nearby.
He then starts to tell me where she sits and how I can walk by casualy and return her 'look'. It's kind of funny, but I don't care. He keeps trying to convince me that I should just go look. And after a bit of him trying to do so, another person that was involved in the conversation decides she's going for a look. She comes back and now they're both trying to convince me that she's pretty and I should do something about it. I wouldn't call what they were doing harrassment, it was kind of funny, but again I didn't care.
Then the guy that started the conversation got up to attend to some matter or other, so I had a few moments of peace. But no sooner had I begun to read something he was back with more news. Apparently the girl had motioned him over when he was walking by and asked (let's see if I remember correctly); "Where's your cute redhead friend at?". I'm pretty sure it was at this point in time that I knew for a fact he was full of shit. You have to understand where I work to know that no matter who you are, that does not happen.
After a while of listening to the two further, I decided I was going to get up, stretch my legs and go to the bathroom. Which, incidentially, involved walking by the aforementioned girl's desk. So since I was walking that way anyways I decided to have a look. She wasn't there on my way out, but on my way back she was at her desk. She was pretty cute and as I was walking by she looked up from her computer. Making eye contact I gave her a friendly smile. I've gotten a warmer reception from a bucket of ice water. You know that look someone gives you that just screams; "What the fuck do you want?". Pretty sure that was what I got. Not that I believed the guy in the first place, but I couldn't even get a slight smile in response?
After I got back he sort of dropped the whole thing, so my duty of watching movies resumed.
What an exciting night.