The day started with a fabulous compliment and they kept coming.
Shortly after I got into work one of my interns stopped me and said she had someone to set me up with. I let it go until after the show when I couldn’t take the suspense any more.
When I asked, she said she thought I would be a good match with her brother. Wow! What a compliment. That’s right up there with a mother setting you up with her son.
Her brother is 39 and evidently we have the same sense of humor (which is a good thing) but there is always a but right?
This one is a doosey. The big but in the room is that he lives in New Jersey. Yeah that’s going to be a problem, since I practically live on the opposite coast.
Oh well, it’s nice to be thought of, and even considered to be a potential member of the family. That is huge.
All day I also kept getting compliments on my hair. I threw it up this morning because I didn’t want to deal with it.
A low chignon with the bangs pulled back with a little volume. I have to admit it did look cute, especially considering the lack of thought that went into it.
That’s what always gets me into trouble. I don’t put a lot of thought into it and then I get the compliments, which makes me feel like I should have put more thought into it.
All the compliments and my cute little outfit, complete with the cougar belt, had me feeling a bit sassy. So, mid -afternoon I texted the Pixie to see if she wanted to meet up for a drink after work.
As luck would have it, she was meeting a friend of hers and she invited me to join them.
I was the first one to the bar, the Pixie texted to let me know she was running late, so I set out on a mission to find her friend who I have never met.
When I walked in I saw a woman sitting at the bar by herself, so I decided to ask if she was the Pixie’s friend.
The response ‘no’. Oh ok, crap. After her answer I felt the need to explain myself as if someone would think I was a lesbian on a blind date. So I quickly summed up I was meeting a friend and her friend who I had never met before. Surprise. The girl got up and left a very short time later.
I ordered my glass of wine and waited. A short time later I got another text from the Pixie, she was running late but her blonde friend had walked in the bar. Ok, I can deal with that.
A short time later I saw a blonde walked in, so I tried my luck a second time. No luck. Crap! Now I look like a total lesbian creeper with a bad pick up line!
Once again I tried to explain my situation. Thankfully it was only a few minutes before the Pixie walked in, and her friend was just a few minutes behind her.
We had a fabulous time talking. It was great to bounce ideas off other intelligent women, and to have their support on all your endeavors.
What a great day!