a day at the office

Somehow it ended up being me and 5 HR/accounting ladies having lunch in the break room at work the other day. For at least 30 minutes I sat quietly eating my sandwich while the conversation went from hair coloring to the value of a chi to make-up to … Thankfully another guy finally came in. As he walked by the table I asked if he was going to stay and eat? Hint. Hint. He said no, but stuck around for a minute and started drinking his soda. The mere presence of more testosterone in the room seemed to lift my spirits and provide a ray of hope to my drowning soul. By this time the conversation had shifted to different types of cookware, the value of each and who sells it. To my utter dismay, Doug the spec writer (a big NASCAR fan and all around man’s man) joins in the discussion about how nice the Rachael Ray line of cookware is with its orange handles and glass lids and how nicely it cooks…
As quickly as it had appeared, the brief glimmer of hope passed into oblivion and I was once again left a lone man in the wilderness.

When I pointed out to Doug that he had completely let me down, everyone told me I’d better get used to these kinds of conversations with 4 daughters. I politely informed them all that they should not worry on my account, and that Brian and I would find ways to keep our sanity. Somehow the topic of dating was brought up so I shared with the group my plans of getting my blind eye replaced with a glass eye, which I would then use strategically in various ways to frighten/disturb the would-be suitors enough to never come back. They appreciated the creativity of the idea but did not think that the girls would feel the same way.