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i’m the office flirt.  i don’t really deny this, or hide it for that matter.  it’s just my nature to be friendly and sometimes i giggle.  sue me.

there are some who play along and others that are totally clueless.

the latter have been a constant flow of amusement this week.  between the boy that swoons at my desk awkwardly—this post interrupted due to the return of pickle boy!!!!  yay pickles!!!—and used my love of batman (ohmygodgoseethedarkknightonimaxasap) to get my phone number (he wouldn’t leave!) and the farmer (more below), and then there are always the boys who i’m pretty sure have never had a girl say hi to them before… i’ve got my plate full.

so i had a phone conversation that went something like this:

me: hello (….) how may i help you?
farmer: oh, i was looking for the other person with your name, but i got redirected!
me: oh, sorry.  i can see if she’s there?
farmer: well, i’m guessing she’s not… unless she’s screening my calls
me: probably, i usually do that too, but i wasn’t paying attention this time
farmer: oh really?
me: yeah, there’s a red flashing light that says: do not answer, when you call
farmer: you know, i think that means v.i.p.
me: oh, is that what it is?  i’ve clearly been confused all this time.
(awkward silence and hang up)

i couldn’t even make it through typing this without having another awkward moment.

“what are you doing for lunch?  i mean, did you bring your lunch?”
“um, yeah, i already went.  i had to get my car inspected. why, what’s up?”
“oh, nothing.  i was just… i was just seeing what was up.”

umm…. okay?

somedays i get reminded of lipstick day.  oh, lipstick day.