Mr. Suave first came by my desk at work today asking me where the bathroom is. I assumed he was a visitor in the building, and gave him directions to the men's room without giving it too much thought. Well, too much thought other than how cute he was, and impeccably presented. Very well dressed, perfectly shaved and groomed, and good-looking in an almost too-perfect kind of way. That's why I'm calling him Mr. Suave. I normally don't go for the too-perfect guys; I actually like a little ruggedness and natural swagger to a guy. Still, a prospect is a prospect...
He came back later in the afternoon to chat again. He had several more questions, and I wish I could remember how he started the conversation, but it came out that he's new on the floor--just started working there two weeks ago. He asked a few questions about our benefits, we talked about neighborhood restaurants and commuting, etc. My colleague Jane, who sits next to me (and works in sales--she is incredibly friendly and chatty), helped out with the conversation by keeping it going, throwing out some fun facts about me, asking him questions to dig up information about him, telling him how nice I was and he should come back anytime to chat with me and I can help him out, etc. After he went away, both Jane and another guy who sits nearby (we're all good friends and look out for each other's dating lives), stood up to de-brief the conversation.
"Jane, you are a great wingwoman!" I said.
Jane replied,"Of course! That guy was cute!"
Our guy colleague said, "<Skeptic>! I saw what was going on there. That guy has game! I think he likes you!"
The unfortunate thing is, my team will be moving offices to a different part of town very soon. That means that I have two weeks to build a friendship with this guy and exchange numbers before we move. Let the games begin!
Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic
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