So I've been busy as usual, maybe even busier than usual, since Cato closed. One job selling merch at Lion King, the other at the Muppet Whatnot Workshop at FAO Schwarz, and some days both, keeping me on my feet for 14 continuous hours on Thursdays and Fridays. I haven't bought groceries in entirely too long and I went commando for about four days before I had a chance to do laundry again on Sunday.
Many things have happened since the last time I updated, including an absolutely amazing election night experience involving Rupa and the April Fishes, much celebratory dancing, and unspoken but well understood connection between myself and strangers on the subways.
But there is one thing that matters least in the world, and that is what I will be discussing tonight. That, ladies (for it's mostly the ladies that are interested in this one) is my current crush.
Those of you that know me know that I have unique taste in boys. There is probably only one boy that I have ever liked that could be considered cute by conventional standards. Everyone else has caused people to go, "really? Him?....Why?" This latest one is no different. It's a fellow from work, one of the Demonstration team, which is why he shall be referred to as Demo Guy. He's a bit older, but I can't determine how much older because he has salt-and-pepper hair but looks like he might have just grayed early. He could be thirty...he could be forty-five. I have no idea.
He also wears black, thick-rimmed glasses - not in an indie ironic Elvis Costello way but in a these-are-my-glasses-what way. It's intriguing to me that the salt-and-pepper hair and big ol' glasses almost serve to cover the fact that he has a really handsome face and a compact build that features some nice arms. It finally hit upon me a few days after seeing him what he looks like to me: Brad Pitt, in disguise as an aging Clark Kent.
He's also very funny, but every time he gets within eight feet of me I lose all my wit and can only smile dumbly and say simple, obvious, incredibly unclever things. It doesn't help that I'm always in FAO mode when I'm at work because I'm terrified I'll get immediately fired if I'm heard making dirty jokes or if it's discovered that I actually hate children with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. How am I supposed to be witty and awesome and trick men into liking me if I can't be myself - sarcastic, foul-mouthed and swearing like a pirate's parrot?
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