I've mentioned my coworkers before as I described our office car and again when they surprised me with a vegetable tray for my birthday but I've never told you what we do. I work for a general contractor as an executive assistant...or in unfluffy terms, I'm a secretary for a construction company. This means I meet lots of guys...not the kind you bring home to momma though.
Let me tell you about Gerald. He's in his 50's, stands about 5'11, has a head of graying, dirty blonde hair, and I've never seen him without a plaid shirt tucked into his jeans or his package of cigarettes. He lives on a ranch and has installed fire sprinkler systems a good portion of his life. Anytime he comes to the office to conduct business, he nods a greeting to me and heads straight for the bathroom. Business...just talking to a man about a horse. Anyway, Gerald loves women. He is married but that doesn't stop him from flirting with any female he meets.
Let me tell you about Gerald. He's in his 50's, stands about 5'11, has a head of graying, dirty blonde hair, and I've never seen him without a plaid shirt tucked into his jeans or his package of cigarettes. He lives on a ranch and has installed fire sprinkler systems a good portion of his life. Anytime he comes to the office to conduct business, he nods a greeting to me and heads straight for the bathroom. Business...just talking to a man about a horse. Anyway, Gerald loves women. He is married but that doesn't stop him from flirting with any female he meets.
The first time I met him was a few months before our company moved to a bigger office. The suite we were crammed into was so small that my desk literally was 2 feet from the door. Anytime someone came in, I had to lean back a few inches to maintain my personal bubble. Gerald was the worst of them all. He would come in, nod, and make a comment on how pretty the office had become since I'd been hired. Then he'd go tend to business. I'd usually give the half smile before returning to whatever work I was doing. One day, on his way out, he nodded, opened the door, then turned around. He asked me to take off my glasses. Confused, I slowly removed them as he said, "I'll be. Ain't you just the spitting image of Wonder Woman."
Then he left. I sat there totally speechless. Did a 50 year old just hit on me?! Ewww, Gross! It didn't help when one of the office guys said, "Don't worry about it. He hits on anyone that's female." Oh, okay. So now I feel gross AND cheap. Thanks.
When I told some friends about the experience, my BYU friend, Zach Morris, sent me a picture of the 70's star. What do you think?
9 comments:
Well, I never would have imagined you as Wonder Woman before... but now, after the picture, haha, I totally see it!
Oh, and you have a friend named Zach Morris? How funny!
Charlotta totally looks like Wonderwoman. She used to dress up like that all the time. I know that you think that is a photoshop picture . . . but it is the real thing.
I know her friend Zack Morris from BYU days . . . his name really isn't Zack Morris, but you know that Charlotta is on a nickname kick. His real name is Clark Kent, but he loves Saved By the Bell.
My friend has Zach Morris hair. Also, it's the only nickname he and I could agree on. The one's I liked, he didn't approve of and the one he suggested I didn't like. So...Zach Morris he is.
Hahaha I can just imagine this middle aged guy with an southern drawl sayin, "Well I'll be..." I totally don't believe that is actually the real wonder woman picture. Its been photoshopped with your face for sure. Its a spittin image!
Awesome!
i get my fair share of that treatment myself. i understand. it does get creepy. at least this dude's not drunk (hopefully)! being told you're wonder woman is pretty awesome. i'd run with it!
Don't feel bad, I get hit on by lots of 50 year old guys.... oh wait a minute....
All the world has been waiting for you.
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