(Could have used this today):/Sooooo I get on the train this morning, feeling good and this couple gets on after me. Turns out they are old friends ( Hey they were broadcasting their convo! Not my fault!) and catching up on each other's lives. Dude is flirting like a 9th grader, giggling and ish and she's eating it up. *Rolls eyes as loudly as possible.* I mean I'm not a hater, but I guess it was just gross. LOL
So anyway I try to tune them out and start doing my makeup, as usual... and the chick turns out to be a real life Magazine Editor. Immediately my ears perk up and I'm listening to every word she says...talking about deadlines and interviews...*wipes drool* She's got my freaking dream job - and has the nerve to spill the SALARY too. I'm like MA'AM I'm about to wack you over the head and put on your dress and be you at your job today. Lets just let your co-workers tell me I'm not you, mkay?
I'm checking her out thru my side eye view and she's not even that cute. I'm almost POSITIVE that matters. lol Okay maybe not that much. But I'm sitting there struggling with myself- trying to figure out IF and then HOW I'm going to get this woman to open a doorway for me. Eventually, I catch her eye. This is where it goes downhill.
"Hi, I"m sorry for listening to your conversation - but do you have a card?" I say, smiling and leaning over just a bit. She raises an eyebrow, and nods. "My name is Maya."
"Sure, I'm Ginger**.", she said, meeting my eyes with a strangely satisfied look on her face. She starts rummaging thru her big black Chanel bag ( yeah I peeped the bag a minute ago)muttering to the guy something about having card and switching bags, but her tone is so.. "superior". As if to say "Told you I'm important." She was showing off for this dude! I hated her immediately.
**names changed to protect the innocent.
I'm sitting there, leaning forward, stuck in this waiting mode where I have to keep smiling and waiting patiently, and for some reason, I want her to hurry it up. I'm sooo embarrased by now, because I'm helping this chick look like I'm freaking asking her for permission to lick her toes!
"I've been trying to break into editing for a long time now. Its just hard to crossover from IT to writing." I mention, smiling some more, feeling like a monkey. She ignores me.
I begin to shrink back into my seat because I'm starting to think she knew she didnt have a card on her... and then Voila! The card I dont want anymore! She finds it and leans to hand it to me.
I lean over, "Thanks..I--" Yep. I slide almost out of the seat, falling forward to get the card as if Jesus himself is surfing on the thing with my ticket to heaven in his hands. Somehow a peice of newspaper found its way under my planted foot, and the train moving did not help the fall. I took the card, smiled again, and shoved it into my wallet, wishing I could have eaten it and vomited it back up just to wipe it on her stupid stripey wrap-dress from 1999.
The couple returned to their flirting and the awkwardness just grew. They were laughing and whispering by then.. and of course I had 3 stops left. No escaping for me! To make matters worse, the guy got off at the next stop, leaving her there to glare at me and wait for me to start speaking to her. Had I known he was gonna get off I'da waited until THEN to ask her for the damn card. Then there may have been some sort of conversation. Shoulda woulda... Ughhhhhh.
FINALLY my stop came and I pulled it together with a quick smile and a "Nice to meet you". She nodded, and smiled. UGH. I got off as quickly as possible. Moral: Shut the hell up sometimes. SMH. Oh well. Maybe I'll still pitch her magazine, I just wont tell her where we met. :/
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