I'm so beat...
Last night was quite the adventure. Bun was out of town so peter was in charge of taking pictures. Well along the way Peter forgot that this was in fact his job for the evening.
I started flirting with this girl... and though I thought this seemed very obvious... I guess the girl never realized what was going on. I sat around for about 30mins talking to this girl from everything to her son to our goals to the things we had in common. Durring this time nothing ever came up about her husband... and I thought it was rude to ask her if she was raising her son alone.
After a short while of talking with this girl and her friend I decided to relieve Peter of his camera duty, and I told this girl that I would talk to her later. Now is where the fun started happening. There is this strange phenomenon that happens when you aim a camera at a girl. Especially if it's going to end up being on a website. I had girls eating out of my hand... and a few of their boyfriends ready to kill me. I had Matt for back up and he pointed out any immediate danger.
As I'm going around and meeting girls (including Meghan who I've had a frush on for sometime) I bumped into the girl I was earlier flirting with. I mentioned to her that I had to continue to take pictures, but that it was nice to meet her. She reciprocated and told me that she would likely see me again in the future (this opened up a door for one of my slick lines that usually translates into a phone number or instant lip locking), and I was greeted with a finger in my face that adorned a rather large wedding ring.
As she said, Oh my god I'm married.
She also said that she didn't realize that I was hitting on her... I'll leave it at that. No sarcastic remarks needed.
So I get home at 3:30 and get to bed around 3:45. Got up at 6:30 to go to work, and come home to the horror that is moving. The movers get here at 8:00am, and I'm not even close to being done.
I'm going to knock one out and then go to bed.
Last night was quite the adventure. Bun was out of town so peter was in charge of taking pictures. Well along the way Peter forgot that this was in fact his job for the evening.
I started flirting with this girl... and though I thought this seemed very obvious... I guess the girl never realized what was going on. I sat around for about 30mins talking to this girl from everything to her son to our goals to the things we had in common. Durring this time nothing ever came up about her husband... and I thought it was rude to ask her if she was raising her son alone.
After a short while of talking with this girl and her friend I decided to relieve Peter of his camera duty, and I told this girl that I would talk to her later. Now is where the fun started happening. There is this strange phenomenon that happens when you aim a camera at a girl. Especially if it's going to end up being on a website. I had girls eating out of my hand... and a few of their boyfriends ready to kill me. I had Matt for back up and he pointed out any immediate danger.
As I'm going around and meeting girls (including Meghan who I've had a frush on for sometime) I bumped into the girl I was earlier flirting with. I mentioned to her that I had to continue to take pictures, but that it was nice to meet her. She reciprocated and told me that she would likely see me again in the future (this opened up a door for one of my slick lines that usually translates into a phone number or instant lip locking), and I was greeted with a finger in my face that adorned a rather large wedding ring.
As she said, Oh my god I'm married.
She also said that she didn't realize that I was hitting on her... I'll leave it at that. No sarcastic remarks needed.
So I get home at 3:30 and get to bed around 3:45. Got up at 6:30 to go to work, and come home to the horror that is moving. The movers get here at 8:00am, and I'm not even close to being done.
I'm going to knock one out and then go to bed.
pinhead66:
I have noticed at how girls just throw themselves at Tom when he takes the pictures. Maybe I should bring a camera.
lucidapathy:
The second she said "I have a son" you should have said "Nice meeting you" and walked away.