"I didn’t know I was this geeky until I discovered the online world through my office’s 2400 baud modem back in ’93." On being noticed
Two things happened to me recently that were unrelated, but maybe they’re not.
1. I met a guy that I sort of liked. This is rare. I have lots of lovely male friends but I hardly ever meet any that I ‘like’ like. I don’t know, I’m picky? The odd thing was this guy didn’t ignore me like guys I ‘like’ like usually do and we spent quite a while talking. Twice. And he started it. And we would have talked longer if his majesty hadn’t interrupted. And, kids, hold on to your hats: I asked for and got his number. I have no idea what I was on.
2. On the tram the other night, the guard winked at me and just pretended to stamp my ticket. A free ride! This is surreal for someone who usually gets very annoyed with tram guards flirting with people who are in front of them, and then is completely ignored or scowled at herself.
Also, at the aftershow the other night, despite doing my best impression of a wallflower, people kept coming up to me to talk to me.
It must be the haircut. At least four colleagues commented on it today as well, which they don’t usually do.
I’ll have to send Monique, who cuts my hair, a Christmas card.
Comments (6)
Before I finished reading your entire post, the first thing that popped into my head was “it’s the haircut”…. so there you go, it must be.
So where does mr. phone number live? we need details!
I have a feeling this is another Ireland adventure awaiting you.
Yes it’s the haircut.
Damaged goods, Sue, I don’t think it would be wise to pursue right now. Also, do I really want to inflict myself on someone else? It wouldn’t be fair. ‘Sorry dear, I’m flying off to the other side of the world, because I want to see this gig.’ Oh wait, *you* do that, it must be possible :-) But maybe you don’t then obsess about it for weeks and write bad poetry or spend hours editing illegal recordings and photoshopping pictures.
Robert, did you really see me on Charing Cross Road? You must have seen Mr Hydragenic too then.
Indeed I did. Although you were – ah – more recognisable.
It’s the responsibility of the child that really gets in the way of me being able to fly off for far away gigs, not so much the significant other, as you know he is supportive of it but taking care of the kid is a bit too much for him. So “yes”, I think that can be done as long as no children are involved, or the other person is able to take care of the child.
This person met you when you had travelled far for a gig, so he couldn’t possibly think it was too strange! Sounds like he was intrigued by it.
As far as inflicting yourself on someone, I think anyone would be lucky to have you! So there.
By the way, I definitely did obsess about not going this last time. No bad poetry, but lots of photoshopped pictures. And working extra to pay for my gross holiday excesses.