diddy on dawn to the don don diggy dawn
before i left work last night, one of my coworkers asked if i wanted to go to a happy hour with her. she was on the elevator, and these guys invited her to the happy hour that their lawfirm was having, on the 11th floor.
"you wanna go? these guys were HOT! you wanna go?"
this bothered me. IF i had been, a) not of gimpy-girl status, and b) not sick, and c) not looking like crap, then maybe i would have gone. probably not, but maybe. maybe it would do me good to meet some people out in the big-bad-world. it would have been lawyer-types (ew), but it would have been people.
but the "ooh there's cute boys there" arguement (from a 34-year old, no less!) does nothing to persuade me. she has also offered to try and hook me up with male friends of hers.
i have a boyfriend. i. have. a. boyfriend. yes, he lives in outer mongolia, but how does that qualify as not being a valid boyfriend? why does that make people automatically think of this as a perfect opportunity to do shit on the down-low? why do people think i'd WANT to participate in that? cute boys are all well and good, but if that's your main selling point for a social outing, you can just count me out, thanks.
my bubble of social ineptitude is looking better and better all the time.
posted by: less-than3
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