20
Oct
09

Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before

As you should have gathered by now, I don’t write about my current place of work.   However, since this story blurs the line between personal and professional,  and only happened to take place in my office, I feel obliged to share.

Maybe “blur” isn’t the correct term. Perhaps “obliterates” is more appropriate.

Anyway.

More than a few months ago, my boss walked into my office, and turned to close the office door.  For the uninitiated, this is the office signal for “important conversation”.*

“I have a proposition for you,” she says as the door clicks shut.

Please, please, please extend my contract.

She smiles.

“Would you like to go on a blind date?”

Damn.  What?

“Uhhhhhh.”

“I know, I know, blind dates are scary.”

“I’m not afraid of first dates, really. I think I make an excellent first date.”

Shut up, shut up! Now is not the time for bragging!

“Good, good! This fellow is a lawyer at XABC Bank.”

Great. A lawyer. I don’t know any of those.

“That’s…nice?”

“He’s a friend of my friend. He’s in his early forties.”

I must be sitting in what can only be described as shellshock, so she continues.

“He’s very nice, he’s just shy.”

Right.

I must still look unimpressed.

“His parents own a house in Rosedale.”

So does Conrad Black.

“And he really wants to have children.”

Is this an argument for or against?  Hello, have you met me?

“So, what do you say?”

“Uhhhh.”

“You can think about it if you like.”

“Uhhhhhh…well, I’m not against meeting new people, in principle.”

“Great! Normally I wouldn’t do this, but my friend was mentioning that she’s wanted to set this poor…uhhh…nice fellow up on a date since forever, and I said to her…

Wait for it…

“I know someone who could really use a date.”

Aaaaauuugh. Must. Not. Stab. Own. Eye. With. Pen.

I smile weakly.

“This is so perfect!  You’ll hear from him, I think, sometime this week.”

Aaaaauuugh.

“Thanks for thinking of me.”

As she opens the door and dances away down the hallway, clearly thrilled with her work, she sing-songs:

“Just be sure to mention me at the wedding!”

Apparently, I have been deemed acceptable and have been recruited for blue-blooded breeding purposes.

And then a horrifying thought occurs to me.

Please, please, tell me that he does not live in that house in Rosedale with his parents.

 

*AKA “Shit is going down.”  “Please pack your Securities Act and go.”  “We’re firing Bob and giving you all of his files.”   Yeah, I think you get the idea. 

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12 Responses to “Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before”


  1. October 20, 2009 at 1:25 am

    Admittedly, I don’t know anything about Rosedale, but if it’s how I picture it, maybe he rents one of the wings from Mom & Dad?

  2. 3 PJCanuck
    October 20, 2009 at 3:38 am

    Well? When is the wedding? Will you plan on having children right away? If the first-born is a boy, will you name him Tristan? What if you have twins?! If you register at the Bay, there’s a perfect 4-slice toaster I should get you. It even handles bagels. {This is the part where I run and duck from the sharp heeled Manolo Blahnik being thrown at my head}

  3. October 20, 2009 at 11:59 am

    As much as I am someone that could really use a date; I would hope that my friends and acquaintances know the very utterance of that phrase gives me license to jab the nearest sharp and pointy thing into their thigh.

  4. October 20, 2009 at 1:31 pm

    Being chosen as a blind date participant—I have yet to decide if it’s flattering or freaking awful. You know the person MEANS well. But…still. You didn’t ask for dating help. What makes them think they can just unload it and then expect you to pick up the tab???

  5. 9 L
    October 20, 2009 at 1:39 pm

    WOW.

    but seriously, she’s just hoping you take pity on the guy
    I hope you at least get a nice dinner out of it.
    and then come back and tell us about it pretty please.

  6. October 20, 2009 at 6:23 pm

    Did you give Lilu a wet willy?

    Also, if i lived with my parents i’d shoot myself.


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