"Dude, great view."

 

that's exactly what I thought of at first, too XD

 

I had this little tiny mexican security guard hit on me... (they are not suppose to fraternize with the employees)... he came up to my desk... said... you look really uh, GOOD, today (he raises his eyebrows).. I said.. uh, thanks... (pretending to be busy)... he keeps blabbing.. I keep pretending to be busy... then finally I say... well, I had better get back to work... he walks away... as he is walking away... he says, I'll call you and is out of earshot before I can say for him not to... he calls me.. FROM HIS CELL... and says, I just wanted to give you my cell number in case you wanted to call... I said... UH, you do realize youa re making me REALLY uncomfortable... and he says, oh, sorry... and hung up...

 

Times like that I'm glad I'm a guy.

 

I hate stuff like that.

Beanie laughs at me when I tell him my stories, though. I believe he finds it amusing when I get flustered and just wanna get away.

 

I hate when they force me to be a b!tch...

 

Lorie, when you said he called from his "cell" I thought you meant from prison!

 

omg that would have been even worse!

 

I haven't learned this technique yet. I just... run away. ^^;

 

ooooh~