Kindred Spirits
Uber hottie Melmar will be celebrating her b-day tonight at the local honky-tonk. While Melmar's actual birthday isn't until Monday, she wisely chose this evening to whoop it up with her adoring fans. Super Chicago Bloggers The Jade and Concert Josh will be among those attending.
How Melmar & I Became Friends
When I first started here at the Jeeb, my co-workers weren't especially friendly. But one night I managed to wrangle an invitation to go see the print production guy's band.
At the Elbo Room, I was sitting with Melmar and a couple of other work peeps when some random couple came over and struck up a conversation. The girl especially seemed to take a shine to me. Throughout the night she flashed me coy little smiles from across the room. "I think that girl's flirting with me," I told my co-workers. They sighed and rolled their eyes and hated me a little more.
But not ten minutes later the boy half of the couple wandered over. "My girl and I have a bet going over which one of us will kiss you first," he said. I looked over at the girl. She giggled and waved. The co-workers stared.
I told him to buy me a drink and we'd talk. I tried to look nonchalant, like strange couples hit on me every day. My colleagues whispered furiously.
The boy hit the the bar and I mentally flipped through damage control options. Suddenly his girlfriend stood up and strode across the room. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilted my head back and laid a long, wet kiss on me. In front of everyone. THAT I WORK WITH. "You lose," she told her boyfriend when he got back with our drinks. He shrugged, sipped his beer, and suggested a three-way smooch. Recovery was hopeless by that point, so I settled for putting on a good show.
I knew it was gonna be bad at the office the next day, and it was. Stares, whispers, muffled laughter. By lunch the whole company knew. I hid in my cube, wondering how hard it would be to find another job. And then Melmar stopped by.
"Oh Kari," she grinned. "You and I are going to be great friends."
Partners in sometimes non-metaphorical crime
How Melmar & I Became Friends
When I first started here at the Jeeb, my co-workers weren't especially friendly. But one night I managed to wrangle an invitation to go see the print production guy's band.
At the Elbo Room, I was sitting with Melmar and a couple of other work peeps when some random couple came over and struck up a conversation. The girl especially seemed to take a shine to me. Throughout the night she flashed me coy little smiles from across the room. "I think that girl's flirting with me," I told my co-workers. They sighed and rolled their eyes and hated me a little more.
But not ten minutes later the boy half of the couple wandered over. "My girl and I have a bet going over which one of us will kiss you first," he said. I looked over at the girl. She giggled and waved. The co-workers stared.
I told him to buy me a drink and we'd talk. I tried to look nonchalant, like strange couples hit on me every day. My colleagues whispered furiously.
The boy hit the the bar and I mentally flipped through damage control options. Suddenly his girlfriend stood up and strode across the room. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilted my head back and laid a long, wet kiss on me. In front of everyone. THAT I WORK WITH. "You lose," she told her boyfriend when he got back with our drinks. He shrugged, sipped his beer, and suggested a three-way smooch. Recovery was hopeless by that point, so I settled for putting on a good show.
I knew it was gonna be bad at the office the next day, and it was. Stares, whispers, muffled laughter. By lunch the whole company knew. I hid in my cube, wondering how hard it would be to find another job. And then Melmar stopped by.
"Oh Kari," she grinned. "You and I are going to be great friends."
Partners in sometimes non-metaphorical crime
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