So the last few days we've been having training on object oriented design and analysis. Good course, but totally boring blogging material. The day before the training started, I fantasised that the instructor would be some totally hot girl from the states who I could take out to lunch, and maybe show around Sydney, you know as a good host does. Of course knowing fate the way it is, it turned out to be a dude. If I was female, I might have actually gone for him, cos hes the smart Owen Wilson type. Charming yet intelligent.
However, my prophecies did not go completely unfulfilled. The training is held on the ground floor (which I usually miss since I'm coming from the basement). The ground floor receptionist is...for the lack of a better term... a complete smoking hottie. We're talking the COMPLETE (physical) package. Black/brown hair, beautiful eyes, about 5-11, slim toned and of course, well proportioned in the upper body. (ah hem).
Everytime I walk past from Level 3 to training and back again, I got more and more smitten, but of course, had ZERO balls to talk to her. That didn't of course prevent me from spending ages thinking of various scenarios asking her out for a lunch date. So she got a stalker, woopdie do.
So I started asking people upstairs if they knew her name. Since I'm terrible at description, I usually go 'shes the one with black hair' and EVERY single guy I asked said (whilst doing the appropriate hand movements), 'is she the booby one?'. To tell you the ABSOLUTE truth, I had no idea what she looked like in that area until everyone else said that.
Of course my Irish mate goes 'Good to see you're getting back in the game and starting from the top whilst you're at it. Pity shes got a boyfriend though'.
Then my old boss goes 'Yeap, but good try. You know what you say, you start from the top and work your way down'. We all had a good laugh (most at my expense) but I know they mean well. They've known me for 3 years which is a long time really.
Oh noes... hopes crushed. But still ..maybe they broke up of late or are in some bad water and shes just waiting for an excuse to bail... Every stalkers fantasy right? Of course before long it spread through the test team (to some extent I aided it, cos its just plain funny because shes Grade A material and I'm me, so its a pair made in Opposite world). I even spent ages waiting for someone to ask me a difficult decisionjust so I could say 'This is one of those difficult decisions, like choosing between a lunch date with
My good friend Katherine at work of course gets annoyed and goes "of course receptionists look good considering they spend ages doing make up and they always dress like they're going for a interview or nightclub. Most of them (or all) are uneducated as well!" (She doesn't think too highly of them as you can tell). Everyone of course had a laugh at that.
But it did get me thinking. What the hell was I thinking.
This is the complete opposite of what I want. Shes most likely
a) poorly educated - I like my women with a brain thank you.
b) high maintenance - girls who are pretty and know they are, will ALWAYS demand more (and I'm a stingy bastard).
c) hard to keep a hold of: Cos every other guy wants her and really she can move on with no bother.
The problem here was, I normally like stable commited relationships. That is until I got into and broke up from one and I realised, I really don't want one anymore. I just want someone to share time with and to have fun. I don't want to worry about getting their parents approval, I don't want to discuss life time committment or any of that other crap.
So I fell for someone who is completely the opposite figuring that'll meet my requirements. WRONG WRONG WRONG.
My requirements are DIFFERENT, not completely opposite to what I had before.
That said, I've got two more days of training and thats two more days of eye candy. Who knows maybe i'll dig up some courage and just say Hi.
After all, whats the worst that can happen......
