26 Jun 2008 › 10:00am
Mister Man has been off searching for a new manufacturer for some of the hardware on the new line—so I haven’t had to deal with him in person much since the lunch. I have however, replayed every second of it in my mind innumerable times. Did I tell you that he touched my wrist during the meal in such a way that I felt it all over my body? Now, whether he can take credit for that (i.e. he meant to touch me in a suggestive, flirty way) or whether the effect was simply a result of my overactive imagination/hormones, I cannot say. It is the mystery of the month. I have to say though—I take my career pretty damn seriously (despite how much my blog-blabbing may suggest otherwise) and when I really get serious about “would I or wouldn’t I,” I’m about 80% sure that I wouldn’t. It does speak to MM’s smoking-ness that a full 20% of me is still screaming, “Omigod yes I would!!!”
