Day 263: Lucky Strike?

The day started with my director bombarding me with Mr. Fancy Plaid Pants.

The first thing out of her mouth past 'good morning' was 'we need to find out if the guy you were hitting on yesterday was an intern.'

Really? This is how my day starts? I barely had a few sips out of my coffee.

My response 'he was writing a report! I'm pretty sure he's in college but I think he's an older college student.'

She quickly replied with 'oh yes I'm sure he's an upper classman.. ha ha'

I had to laugh myself. It was pretty comical.

About an hour later I realized today is the VIP media grand opening of the Lucky Strike bowling alley in town.

Crap! I'm so not prepared for this, I completely forgot about it.

I waffled about whether I wanted to go, but finally decided I would even though my plus 1 bailed.

I walked in and the PR gal introduced me to some big wig, and they sent me on my way.

As I'm walking around I see everyone is fairly dressed up. I'm sporting jeans and a red t-shirt... grrreeeaaaat. Thankfully I threw on a bracelet and scarf to at least try to dress things up a bit.

I checked the place out, hoping to see something interesting I could make 'work related' but I was dodging cocktail waitresses, and overly dressed people.

It was about that time that I saw a girl I used to work with.

I breathed a quick sigh of relief and went over to say hi to her and her husband. We chatted and she said I could hang with them, and I was extremely grateful and relieved.

After chowing on a few appetizers, their pager got called to bowl, and they asked if I wanted to join them. I said no because I wasn't sure how long I wanted to stay.

A short time later one of the guys in their group asked why I wasn't bowling and my response was 'I've got a fear of commitment, I don't know when I'm going to bail'.

He laughed and said 'I can respect that'.

As we sat down I my atttention was torn between keeping an eye out for the waiter bringing me my beer, and the group I was with that was bowling.

My former co-worker came over and sat on the couch next to me and said 'this place would be great for a first date, it's loud so you wouldn't have to talk.' I replied with 'I'll keep that in mind.'

She didn't realize I was single then spouted off about a guy she thinks is cute who is shy but really nice. She's been trying to think of someone to set him up with and as luck (or should I say Lucky Strike) would have it, we ran into each other... and he may be coming by the studio tomorrow with one of the guests on the show.

Hmmmm.... interesting... expecially because tomorrow is day 16 for the tea reader.

I know, I know she said day 61, but I have to consider and obsess about all options at this point.

When she got up to take her turn bowling an older gentleman slid over and sat next to me and started up a conversation. He asked about my scarf, and my bracelet then what I do for a living... you know, the usual.

Then he said his friend thought I was cute, but he was shy and wanted to know if I was willing to talk to him.

I reluctantly agreed, and the friend came over. I'm sure he was a nice guy, but he was a total computer nerd... which is soooo not my thing.

But I'm polite so I continued the conversation, then I looked up and saw a current co-worker.... yay! I'm saved! Whooo hooo!!!

She said, hey there's someone over here you need to see, and so I excused myself.

On the way to the other side of the bar she said 'did you need to be saved or do you want to go back?' My reply 'oh no! thank you so much for getting me out of there!'

So the night continued and I got the chance to say hello and catch up with a few people.

At some point in the evening I realized I had chosen an unfortunate pair of underwear for the day especially given the activities.

You see I put on a pair of the female equivilant of the 'tidy whitey'... and my jeans seem to be doing that thing in the back where you can see the underwear.

Nice. At least my shirt was fairly long, so I thought I was ok as long as I didn't bend over.

By the time the new group got called to bowl I had a few beers and had forgotten about the whole issue.

Not that it mattered, I went to the lane armed again with my 'failure to commit' explanation for why I wasn't bowling, but this time it wasn't happening.

I got roped into it, and of course I had a good time, even though I bowled the worst frames of my life.... I actually got a 2.

I never get a 2! Oh well, it was all in good fun.

After it was all said and done one of the girls said 'hey I think one of the guys likes you.' Of course she was the one pushing us to bowl on the same lane... so I suspect she knew before she signed me up.

I certainly hope he wasn't staring at my butt, and if he was I'm hoping he thought he saw something lacey, frilly and cute.

I didn't get a chance to talk to him really at all, but from what I can tell, he seemed nice, but a little on the dorky side. I guess I am too though, so for me to say he is would be the pot calling the kettle black.

Anyway, she assures me 'he has layers, he's like an onion'. I'm not sure how to take that, but I guess we'll see.