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In the midst of my St. Patrick’s Day drunken stupor, I managed to meet and start talking to a girl. Intelligent, funny, good taste in music, and very easy on the eyes. I don’t know how it happened, I don’t know why it happened, all I know is that I wasn’t going to question it and hope for the best.
Since I’m working this weird second-shift schedule, the only times I’m really able to go out on dates are weekends. Lucky for me, she was free last Saturday night. Everything was falling into place. That is, until Friday morning, when we both remembered that we had promised to hang out with someone else on that same night.
I’ll be honest, I was bummed out. I was pretty excited to grab a whiskey ginger at some divey-type bar that wasn’t a real dive bar, but at least looked like one so that she might think that I have some edge. I figured this was it, that it was over before it started.
And then on Sunday, she texted me while I was at brunch to let me know that she was working from home tomorrow (today) and that I was more than welcome to come over.
So I did. And I’m here now. And I have some questions. Namely…
What the fuck am I supposed to be doing right now?
I don’t have to be at the office for a few more hours, so technically, I don’t really even have to be working right now. But for some reason, my work laptop is open on the couch next to me. I just keep refreshing my email, waiting for a crisis to happen.
Meanwhile, she’s had two conference calls and signed a bunch of documents. The word “audit” has been said so many times. I’m not actually sure what it is that she does, but I feel like it’s probably something important. Who knows? I might have just found me a sugar momma.
Should we be drinking?
We aren’t currently, but, like, I’ve become pretty conditioned that when it comes to first dates, you should be drinking some sort of alcohol. Whether that alcohol is wine, beer, liquor, or weird fermented tea that you got from a yoga instructor, it helps loosen you up.
Sure, I’m supposed to go to work later. But at the same time, I feel like one or two couldn’t hurt. Maybe I can sniff out a bottle of red and play it by ear.
(Note: I just was informed that I “won’t be able to sniff out a bottle of red here because there are no bottles of red here.” Interesting.)
What should I be talking about with her?
I hate asking people about work. I really do. You spend 40 hours of your week doing something, the last thing you want to do is talk more about it. But when the basis of your date is exactly that, what else is there to talk about.
Sure, I could probably make it cool. Say something like, “You’ve said the word ‘audit’ several times. What are you being audited on? Or are you auditing something? Please explain.” But what if her job is boring? What if it put us both to sleep?
Is it rude of me to be typing this up while she’s sitting across the couch from me?
I don’t think it is. She’s doing her thing, I’m doing mine. I look busy. At this point, I’ve mastered the “stare intently at your laptop screen so that it looks like you’re doing something important” face. Maybe I should just put that to use here.
But at the same time, I should probably let her know that I’m writing about her, right? Or would that make things weird? I’m definitely over-thinking this.
What is the process for making a move on her?
I’m not saying that we have to do anything serious, but like, we’re on the couch with the tv on low in the background on a dreary day in Chicago. This is prime make out weather. My only concern is that she might be filling out some sort of important document that I have no comprehension of, and then just get annoyed with me for distracting her.
Or maybe she won’t. We’ll just have to see, I guess. .
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Interesting situation, Charlie. I expect an update tomorrow. Also, to your last point, and this is going to sound very prudish, but why not just spend time with her? Don’t make a move at all. Let there be an air of mystery in that sense. You don’t even have to talk. Just be there. Sincerely, ya boi, Jeezus.
That’s right. Leave some room for the holy spirit until you’re married
Jesus is a voyeur
You have to find a way to take a break and talk…coffee, lunch, anything.
Also, looking forward to the follow up. You’re quickly becoming my favorite writer on the site.
Banging on the clock is magical.
This is a banana land move. That being said, good luck.
Never heard of a banana land move before.
There’s a first time for everything, Chuck.
Order a pizza.
That’s the move. I bless this.
I knew I could count on you, Jesus.
I don’t know how you haven’t fallen asleep on the couch yet.
Couch naps are the best naps.
unless your couch naps become your bed. Dad if you’re reading, please tell Mom that it is YOUR house too and you refuse to sleep on the couch any longer.
I just want you to be with Arizona girl from a few weeks ago
As someone who has the opportunity to work from home often, I’m honestly impressed with her ability to get as much done as it sounds like she is. I agree with the comment that y’all should take a break and go get lunch/coffee. Good luck, Charlie!
right? working from home is practically a day off for me. The fact that shes doing anything at all is suspect. Def take a break because she probably needs one, even she probably didnt think she would be doing this much if she invited you over
I hate to burst your bubble but if she’s in audit, she definitely won’t be a sugar momma. Overworked and underpaid.
I hope you give us an update on this situation tomorrow and I hope the situation involves hand stuff.