21 Aug 2008 › 4:10pm
So corporate just gave me my itinerary for Magic , the sourcing show in Vegas that Claire is sending me to. It’s the last week of August (side note: why the f would ANYONE plan ANYTHING in Vegas in August I ask you??) and I am already obsessing about it to a very unhealthy degree. Wondering why? Um… maybe it’s because I just found out that Mr. Man is going to be there. Please, take a moment to let that sink in.
I know! He usually focuses on overseas stuff, but I guess some of the vendors he deals with are going to have booths there. The second I received this little nugget of info, I felt as if I had already shagged him. My head was all, “CG, why even try to resist?” I guess I’ve heard so many horror stories about how coworkers misbehave sexually at conventions that I just cut straight to moi, (smeared eye makeup, skanky hair) doing the walk of shame down an excruciatingly well lit hallway while praying not to encounter anyone on the way to my own hotel room. From where I sit right now, I can honestly tell you that unless I avoid him for the entire convention I, CG am definitely going to sleep with MM.* Hopefully between now and then, he will do something super boorish that succeeds in turning me off him completely so that I don’t have to jeopardize my career in such a cliché manner. But for now I’m afraid, he has a magnetic pull on my Virginia.
*this statement completely overlooks the fact that MM may have no interest whatsoever in sleeping with me. Aye, aye, aye.
