i'm too sexy

my friend BB works in the same building that i do, for some kind of international banking office or something. his colleagues all have british and irish accents. swoon.

anyway. BB and i occasionally meet up for lunch, and when he heard about my mom, he sent me a very kind email and let me know he's praying for us and happy to help if i need anything, and would i want to have lunch this week.

he offered to drive us to a favorite sushi bar a few miles from downtown, so i met him in the building lobby at 11:45 this morning to sneak out for a long lunch. for the record, i do think that BB is hot. please also note on my permanent record that i am not interested in him in the slightest. he's a smoker, and his politics and theology are waaaaaay too old school for us to be in the same room together for longer than a lunch break without some annoying verbal sparring. that being said, i was very much looking forward to noshing on sushi and looking at him for an hour, even if i have no designs on him.

i arrived in the lobby, we went down to the parking garage, and as he reached into his pocket he discovered that he had left his keys on his desk on the 17th floor. we got back in the elevator and shuttled back up, and when we alighted the lift, he turns to me and says "why don't you stay here by the elevator. if you come in with me, people will talk."

dear readers, you will be pleased to know that in my moment of bemused semi-outrage, my internal monologue went something like this: "because it would be sooooooo awful for you to walk into your office with a beautiful woman at your elbow? because you wouldn't want to have to answer questions about why you are NOT shagging someone as fantastic as me???"

note, please, that that sentiment sounded foreign even in my own head. somewhere not too far from my conscious brain was another, quieter monologue pouting from being ignored. the pouty one that tells me that he didn't want to be SEEN with me. that someone as attractive as he is would not want to bring someone so much less into his world without being able to tell people i am his cousin or something. i almost didn't even hear this little voice. i told her to shut up, anyway.

progress. baby steps.