August 30, 2008

the transatlantic goose chase

So I have a possible predicament.
Which will probably amount to nothing because I am a lazy girl not keen on provoking unnecessary drama and tom foolery on my character's part. Dormancy is the key to not coming out looking like a fool.
HOWEVER.
I am beginning to think that maybe things are exactly how they seem. And.
That maybe I have some grounds for a sexual harassment in the workplace case if I were the kind of person who took matters into the hands of the law. Some sexy forbidden unspoken law...

A male model from Australia asked Simone and I for directions to Williamsburg from Greenpoint and I let him use my phone to call a friend and we chatted on the B61.
He did not look like a male model. But I'm betting he probably photographs well. Or his agency is lying to him and sending him on a transatlantic goose chase. Poor kid. He was so starry-eyed about New York and he'd only been here two days.
He did however look like an Australian. He gave me his email address?
Uhm. Ok.
I was tempted to make too many Aussie stereotype "shrimp on the barbie" jokes. I restrained myself only by the grace of all things polite and sexy.

The rest of the night was a shit-show starring everyone's ex-boyfriend but mine (thank god) with several cameos from whatever Simone ate all day.


You know that commercial for some new Verizon phone and the guy sleep-texts at night and his hand acts of its own volition like that hand from the Addams Family?

That was me each time I woke up this morning/afternoon on the hour, every hour since finally getting to sleep around 5am. What is up with that? What is going on? WHO AM I!




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