A Conversation with A Cute Guy aka Why Marie will never get married

I had a carrier rep stop by my office today. Usually, we meet with them in the conference room, but when I went out to meet him, he just kept walking right into my office. Whatever. No big deal, right? Yeah.

Except.

He's definitely the best-looking single rep we work with. And so naturally I get kind of nervous and fidgety around him. And my dirty hair is up in a pony-tail. And I had a peanut butter sandwich sitting on my desk. As well as a collection of plastic bugs everywhere (a wonderful gift from my niece and nephew for my birthday).

So, I'm sure he was looking at things, with me fidgeting away making a great impression, thinking, 'Why do they have a 12-year old working for them?'

Le sigh. C'est la vie, n'est pas?

As my sister so kindly pointed out, the only way it could have been worse is if my screen-saver had come on with pictures of kittens dressed up as people.

Thank heavens I hate cats.