The NEW Guy

Yesterday, Tuesday, I randomly decided I wanted to curl my hair. And I did. (I know fabulous bit of information for you guys.) I didn't realize at the time that I would be going in to work today. That wouldn't ordinarily be a problem except for the fact that I also forgot that we just hired a new guy. This also wouldn't really be a problem if he was the average age for a mechanic. But he's only nineteen. And Dreamy - with a capital 'D'! Just kidding. Hee hee.

Anyway, when I got into work this afternoon, Rob (our CSM) pointed out that I got my hair "all spiffyed up." Then Connie (his wife) who was sitting in the office chair looked at me with an "oo la la" expression that betrayed her thoughts. Then she leaned forward as if she had a secret to tell and exclaimed with a sneaky twinkle in her eye and a tone in her voice of my suspected interest and said,

"Would you like to meet the new guy?"

"Haha, no thanks," I replied. I had come in the office to ask a question of one of them that was completely unconnected with the "New guy." But when I realized what Connie said, I quickly started digging the hole deeper in my attempts to extricate myself.

"OH! I didn't curl my hair because of the new guy." I said with an uncontrollable smile. Seriously, I didn't curl my hair for the new guy; the smile was only uncontrollable because of the situation, but it just got me even deeper in the hole. As soon as I finished delivering my denial, Rob's eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of having one more thing to tease me about.

Connie answered me saying with a joking grin, "Oh please, don't give any explanations."

That conversation sort of ended there, but it continued a little while later when Dad was in the room. Again it started by talking about my curly hair. Rob remarked,

"I think it's the new guy."

But then Dad came to my rescue, as always, "If you want her to want to come in at all, that better not be the case." Everyone laughed.

"That is true," Rob said in between laughs. "But you know me, Katie; if he even looks in your direction, I am going to have a man-to-man talk with him." And we didn't even touch on objections that Mom might have if she had the opportunity to express them.

But I guess the thing to learn from this is that I am just talented. So talented that I can stick my foot - actually both feet at the same time - in my mouth without knowing it and without even saying anything!

P.S. I met him!