It's been confirmed. DfmB is a total sleaze.
I was walking along my break route and staring at my phone again, hoping to slip by undetected. No such luck as I glanced up and he was standing right there, waiting for my approach. Creepy, no? And then an even creepier conversation ensued. A couple of snippets:
DfmB: So do you have kids?
S: Um, no. Kind of a personal question there, don't you think?
DfmB: Oh, how much do you weigh? Like 125?
S: ...haha, you're not supposed to ask that. Are you a rapist?
DfmB: Well, I wouldn't have asked if you were big but you're small.
S: Um, yeah, around there. Why did I respond?
DfmB: Oh, I can pick you up with one arm.
S: ...oh really. Please don't.
DfmB: So you have a boyfriend huh? Three years?
S: Yeah, more like three and a half now. Taken taken taken!
DfmB: Oh, lucky guy. *awkward pause* So can I have your number?
S: Didn't you hear what I just said? Uhhh...I don't think...
DfmB: 'Cause I get the feeling you wanna hook up, or are you just really friendly?
S: ?!?!? Um, I'm just really friendly.
DfmB: Well, you're really beautiful. You're not like other girls, you don't dress provocatively and you don't wear a lot of makeup.
S: But you thought a girl like that would go and cheat on her boyfriend? Thank you, that's sweet of you to say.
DfmB: Let me know if things don't work out.
S: Mmkay. No way in hell.
That uncomfortable exchange had me wondering whether I had said something to lead him on. But looking back on it, no normal person would've deduced that there was even any possibility of mutual attraction had they seen how immovably my arms remained folded over my chest and the way I was giving more eye contact to my phone than to him for the duration of our conversation.
Still, I should have been more direct and told him that crap was inappropriate. I have to stop being so damn chirpy.
Now if you'll excuse me, nothing short of a vigorous scrubbing session will rid me of the residual slime from that encounter, and I fully intend to indulge myself. And unless I find a new break route, I'll have to see him again tomorrow. Ugh.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
pseudo-alcoholic
This job is turning me into one.
For the past few weeks, every time I've had a bad day at work, I've come home wanting nothing more than a stiff drink.
But I've only given in to those urges on weekends.
I also heard through the pathetically sparse grapevine that Boss is thinking about promoting me since another coworker is preparing to leave. Little does Boss know, I don't plan on staying past 2011.
MAKE ME STICK TO THIS PLAN.
For the past few weeks, every time I've had a bad day at work, I've come home wanting nothing more than a stiff drink.
But I've only given in to those urges on weekends.
I also heard through the pathetically sparse grapevine that Boss is thinking about promoting me since another coworker is preparing to leave. Little does Boss know, I don't plan on staying past 2011.
MAKE ME STICK TO THIS PLAN.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
good try
It's no secret that I'm kind of clumsy when it comes to guys. The following encounter was no exception to that rule.
He said some more nice things at this point and may have asked me to talk to him if I ever happened to find myself single, but I was so caught up in attempting to make a hasty escape that I honestly can't remember exactly what was said beyond that.
So as you can see, I can barely deal with guys with mediocre game. I'd hate to imagine what would happen if a guy with good game ever tried to disarm me.
Pretend you're texting someone, don't look up, oh no he's coming this way!
Dude from my building: Hey, I always see you around but I don't even know your name.
Me: Oh, my name's Scarlet. Please don't do what I think you're going to do, please.
DfmB: Scarlet? I'm DfyB.
Me: Nice to finally meet you, DfmB. (Then, by sheer force of habit, I offered my hand to him for a handshake. Nooo, I can assure you, it wasn't out of place at all...)
DfmB: Listen, I think you're very beautiful. I can tell you're not like other girls. Are you seeing anyone right now?
Me: Smile, laugh, keep smiling. Yeeeah, I am. For about three years now.
DfmB: Wow, three years? You guys are gonna guy married!
Me: Haha well, I don't know about thaaat. Stupid, he gave you the perfect opening, you should've gone along with it!
Dude from my building: Hey, I always see you around but I don't even know your name.
Me: Oh, my name's Scarlet. Please don't do what I think you're going to do, please.
DfmB: Scarlet? I'm DfyB.
Me: Nice to finally meet you, DfmB. (Then, by sheer force of habit, I offered my hand to him for a handshake. Nooo, I can assure you, it wasn't out of place at all...)
DfmB: Listen, I think you're very beautiful. I can tell you're not like other girls. Are you seeing anyone right now?
Me: Smile, laugh, keep smiling. Yeeeah, I am. For about three years now.
DfmB: Wow, three years? You guys are gonna guy married!
Me: Haha well, I don't know about thaaat. Stupid, he gave you the perfect opening, you should've gone along with it!
He said some more nice things at this point and may have asked me to talk to him if I ever happened to find myself single, but I was so caught up in attempting to make a hasty escape that I honestly can't remember exactly what was said beyond that.
So as you can see, I can barely deal with guys with mediocre game. I'd hate to imagine what would happen if a guy with good game ever tried to disarm me.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
summer nights
After an uneventful start to the month of August, life finally picked up its pace again this past week, beginning with a girls' night out with Elise, Leigh, and Irene. (These days, the BFF is nowhere to be found and sometimes I'm not sure how that makes me feel.)
Dinner at California Pizza Kitchen in Glendale followed by some browsing at the Glendale Galleria and Americana made for a pretty low-key evening, which seemed appropriate for a Wednesday night. That didn't prevent Leigh and me from sharing a strawberry mojito though, and I'm glad we ordered it because it was really delicious!
Doesn't it look pretty?
Photo courtesy of Leigh
Fast forward to Friday night and we kicked off the weekend with a birthday celebration for one of Leigh's friends. The plan was to check out Supper Club in Hollywood, which is apparently a pricey restaurant in the early hours of evening that transforms into a club come 10:30pm.
For one reason or another, we weren't able to secure a table and bottle service there like the birthday girl had wanted. So we migrated to another club down the street but I was too preoccupied with trying to refrain from pissing myself for the thirty minutes we were in line to check what the place was called (the unfortunate side effect of having only 10 minutes to pregame with mixed drinks). By the time we were finally granted admittance, I made a beeline for the restroom and only narrowly avoided giving myself a UTI for holding it in so long. Leigh promptly ordered us some AMFs, and wow. They make'em really strong here, but considering they charged $15 for each one, that is expected.
Compared to all the other women walking around, I felt really modest in my outfit. They say classy > slutty, but I think being slutty gets you better results in environments like Hollywood, where everything's more about raw sex appeal than sophisticated allure. Still, I wasn't in the mood to readjust my outfit all night for fear of spillage, so I went the conservative route.
Oddly enough, my theory that guys tend not to hit on bespectacled girls did not hold true that night. Not one, but TWO guys attempted to win me over by, ironically, commenting on how hot my glasses were. Sloppy execution, but A for effort I suppose. Must do some more field testing before I can prove/disprove my theory. Will report back.
Last night I ventured out to Blitz Ultra Lounge in Alhambra to get drinks with a friend I hadn't seen in months. We had a couple Buttery Nipple shots (which were sinfully good, by the way) and I sipped on a cranberry vodka afterward. Totally didn't mean to drink that much since I had to drive myself home early, but it helped to make dancing on the deserted dance floor a lot less awkward.
The transitions were kind of sloppy and the music was much too loud, making it impossible to have a conversation even whilst shouting directly into each others' ears, but the crowd seemed friendly enough. I can't comment too much more since I left right when the place started to fill up, so I'll have to try this place again some other time to get a better feel for it.
I didn't have time to take an outfit picture, but since it was a repeat of what I've worn before, here's a crappy picture of it taken back in January. Tights are shown, but it was warm enough outside for me to ditch them last night.
Express shirt bought from China, Forever 21 belt, H&M geometric skirt, gifted Urban Outfitters watch necklace
Dinner at California Pizza Kitchen in Glendale followed by some browsing at the Glendale Galleria and Americana made for a pretty low-key evening, which seemed appropriate for a Wednesday night. That didn't prevent Leigh and me from sharing a strawberry mojito though, and I'm glad we ordered it because it was really delicious!
Doesn't it look pretty?
Photo courtesy of Leigh
Another highlight of dinner was dessert (of course). It's probably a good thing that we split the tiramisu four ways--I totally could've put down the whole thing by myself, but my waistline would've been none too happy about that.
Cool and creamy, with rum-soaked ladyfingers. Yum!
Photo courtesy of Leigh
Photo courtesy of Leigh
Fast forward to Friday night and we kicked off the weekend with a birthday celebration for one of Leigh's friends. The plan was to check out Supper Club in Hollywood, which is apparently a pricey restaurant in the early hours of evening that transforms into a club come 10:30pm.
For one reason or another, we weren't able to secure a table and bottle service there like the birthday girl had wanted. So we migrated to another club down the street but I was too preoccupied with trying to refrain from pissing myself for the thirty minutes we were in line to check what the place was called (the unfortunate side effect of having only 10 minutes to pregame with mixed drinks). By the time we were finally granted admittance, I made a beeline for the restroom and only narrowly avoided giving myself a UTI for holding it in so long. Leigh promptly ordered us some AMFs, and wow. They make'em really strong here, but considering they charged $15 for each one, that is expected.
Compared to all the other women walking around, I felt really modest in my outfit. They say classy > slutty, but I think being slutty gets you better results in environments like Hollywood, where everything's more about raw sex appeal than sophisticated allure. Still, I wasn't in the mood to readjust my outfit all night for fear of spillage, so I went the conservative route.
Forever 21 dress, belt, and earrings (not shown), Target tights, Charlotte Russe heels
Oddly enough, my theory that guys tend not to hit on bespectacled girls did not hold true that night. Not one, but TWO guys attempted to win me over by, ironically, commenting on how hot my glasses were. Sloppy execution, but A for effort I suppose. Must do some more field testing before I can prove/disprove my theory. Will report back.
Last night I ventured out to Blitz Ultra Lounge in Alhambra to get drinks with a friend I hadn't seen in months. We had a couple Buttery Nipple shots (which were sinfully good, by the way) and I sipped on a cranberry vodka afterward. Totally didn't mean to drink that much since I had to drive myself home early, but it helped to make dancing on the deserted dance floor a lot less awkward.
The transitions were kind of sloppy and the music was much too loud, making it impossible to have a conversation even whilst shouting directly into each others' ears, but the crowd seemed friendly enough. I can't comment too much more since I left right when the place started to fill up, so I'll have to try this place again some other time to get a better feel for it.
I didn't have time to take an outfit picture, but since it was a repeat of what I've worn before, here's a crappy picture of it taken back in January. Tights are shown, but it was warm enough outside for me to ditch them last night.
Express shirt bought from China, Forever 21 belt, H&M geometric skirt, gifted Urban Outfitters watch necklace
Friday, August 5, 2011
desert rose
Bruna Tenorio, Vogue Brazil, June 2010
Photographer: Jacques Dequeker
Stylist: Franco Pellegrino
Hair/Makeup: Max Weber
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