March 13, 2008 | Filed under: DC! DC! DC!, Is She Still Talking?
Dude, DC, you’ve really got to get out more.
I know. I know this is a tough place to date because everyone is always working, either chained to their desks or at “a thing” that is decidedly work-related. But come on. When I tell you I like your tie, couldn’t you just chalk it up to some of that Midwestern Nice sneaking out? Because what I meant when I said, “I like your tie” was that, you know, I like your tie. And, in fact, have selected a very similar tie for someone else in the not-too-distant past, so maybe it’s actually about the aesthetic of the tie, here, huh?
I mean, of course I know how to use “I like your tie” as a pick-up line, but in that instance I would have had a valid excuse for touching you your chest your tie and could maybe even parlay that into a comment about your great pecs, which everyone knows is a great big lie because none of us has time to go to the gym, given all the working we do. And did I do that? No, I did not.
Look, I know how much fun I am at these events, two glasses of wine in and having not eaten since lunch, but I promise, DC, I was not hitting on you. But, sure, you can have my card and invite me to lunch to discuss our “mutual interests.” And if lunch doesn’t work out, well, I’ll see you next week, at the thing, right?
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