not even as cool as bridget jones.
June 1st, 2005 § 1 Comment
there’s this guy that i think is really cute that works on my floor, and once in a while i pass by him in the long hall that runs the length of the floor. we never say a word to each other, but whenever i walk by him, he looks at me and sort of nods in my direction and gives me this really business-like semi-smile. it’s gotten to the point now where when i seem him i have to try not to laugh because i already know that he’s going to walk briskly past me, look at me and give me “the smile.” i’ve been lucky enough to walk behind him on occasion 
(sorry guys, i’m sure you don’t much care) and noticed by the way he walks that he plays/used to play soccer. or, football, in some sub-standard countries. 
did i mention that i think he’s really cute?
anyhoo, just now i went to the kitchen to wash out a cup, and just as i realized that the really really tiny sink was starting to fill up because of an obstruction in the drain, he walked into the kitchen holding his water bottle. this, folks, is where stefanie’s “let’s-make-a-total-ass-out-of-stefanie” personality takes over and completely runs amuck. i should preface this by saying that i am not a nervous person, i usually keep my cool pretty well.
all of a sudden my mind started thinking ten thoughts at the same time: “does he want to fill up his water bottle from the tap of the sink i’m using?” or “is he waiting to rinse his water bottle out?” or “does he think i’m using the water cooler to wash my cup out and is waiting for me to finish?” or “is he just standing there to watch and laugh at me acting like a complete idiot?” for about 2 vvvvveeerrrryyyy loooonnnnnggggg seconds i stood there trying to figure out which of these questions i should answer in my head first. during those 2 seconds, it seemed there was plenty of time for the sink to fill up with water, overflow onto the ground, leak to all 6 floors below and thereby necessitating work to close for the entire rest of the day. which would have been nice, really because i need any excuse to NOT stand there like a complete dweeb. and during these two long seconds, you’d think i’d have plenty of time to come up with something rather witty or clever to say, right? well, what ended up coming out was something along the lines of:
“i’m…uhh, er, if you…um…need to….uh, i’m using the, uhh…i’mjustwashingsomethinginthesinkifyouneedtogetwatergoahead.”
at least after i was done muttering previous string of nonsense syllables, i had the presence of mind to not run crying down the hallway at my own self-inflicted humiliation. i could feel my face turning bright red while i tried to get aforementioned obstruction out of the drain as he stood 4 inches away from me getting water out of the water cooler. by the way, our kitchen is about 8 feet by 6 feet and has a soda machine, refrigerator, coffee machine, sink and counter in it. it’s very…erm…cozy. i should also mention that THE MOST un-sexy thing you can do is anything even remotely related to plumbing of any kind.
so i can only hope that maybe he was trying to make me feel better with my lack of a certain je ne sais quoi by saying ever-so-smoothly, “so, doing dishes?” thanks, mr. obvious.
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