I work in a studio, and musicians, engineers and other random people are in and out all the time, so mostly this is a really good thing. Someone pops their head in to see where the sound of weeping over Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah" is coming from (I KID) and then they meet me! And they find out what I do and they take my card and yadda yadda yadda they pay me a million dollars to be their publicist.
That last part hasn't exactly happened yet, actually. All in good time, right?
Anywho. The other day one of these random people who popped his head in ended up hitting on me. But what we need to discuss is how this all started. His head pops into my doorway. The first words out of his mouth? "You have such beautiful hair. How do you get it to look like that?"
Me: "Um, I flat iron it?" (Please add in the appropriate amount of confusion, for effect.)
Conversation continues. We're talking about what I do, what he does, so on and so forth. Next up?
"I love that dress! The pattern is crazy on your eyes, but it's really pretty."
I'm serious. You know this.
Maybe 15 minutes later, he wants to see my toes. Why? He wants to know IF THEY ARE CUTE.
As I was leaving the building about 15 minutes after that (read: escaping), he asked me what I was doing this weekend and if my cell phone number was on my business card.
Honestly, guys, I need to know. Is this normal? Because most of the time when a guy compliments me on my hair, my outfit and potentially the appearance of my TOES? I'm going to assume he's a musical theater fan, if you know what I'm saying.
Or as one of my gays and I always love to say: he's not into blondes.
cheers,
elizabeth
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