Gettin' Down in Chi-Town
My Eyes Are Up Here! I had this funny little reverse-objectification moment the other day that I thought I’d share with you. Remember Kevin? The guy who cured my hiccups at the work holiday party, with whom I went home? Well, since the first few awkward weeks after that one night stand, Kevin and I have finally gotten comfortable around each other at work. This is very good, because he now works much more often, and he’s in closer proximity to me. We see each other constantly, but we’re totally at a place where we can talk and work and even joke around with out any sort of awkwardness, FINALLY. And let me just say that all the weirdness was coming from his side, believe me. I was all about being friendly, but the dude couldn’t even make eye contact with me for months. It got to the point where I couldn’t imagine that we’d actually hooked up. Anyway, Kevin and I were chatting in the hallway the other day about something work-related, and pretty serious. While he talked, I zoned about a bit (hey, it happens), and I noticed the buttons on his shirt. These buttons each had three holes in them. OK, I know that doesn’t sound like such a big deal, but think about it. Better yet, look at the buttons on all the shirts in your closet. Two or four holes per button, am I right?? Kevin’s buttons were a total anomaly! So I realized that Kevin was sort of waiting for me to respond to something he said, and instead I responded, “What’s with your buttons?? They all have three holes!” He stared at me for a moment, then gestured up toward his face, “Eyes up here while I’m talking to you, Lucy! Eyes up here!” It was hilarious. I felt like a bit of a jerk when I thought about all the times I’d seethed when I tried to have a conversation with a guy whose eyes were glued to my chest. And here I was doing the same thing to poor Kevin. Needless to say, we both cracked the fuck up. I’m happy to say that my ill-advised one night stand has turned into a bit of a friendship. And sometimes, that’s all you can really ask for. Xoxo, Lucy

My Eyes Are Up Here!

I had this funny little reverse-objectification moment the other day that I thought I’d share with you. Remember Kevin? The guy who cured my hiccups at the work holiday party, with whom I went home? Well, since the first few awkward weeks after that one night stand, Kevin and I have finally gotten comfortable around each other at work. This is very good, because he now works much more often, and he’s in closer proximity to me. We see each other constantly, but we’re totally at a place where we can talk and work and even joke around with out any sort of awkwardness, FINALLY.

And let me just say that all the weirdness was coming from his side, believe me. I was all about being friendly, but the dude couldn’t even make eye contact with me for months. It got to the point where I couldn’t imagine that we’d actually hooked up.

Anyway, Kevin and I were chatting in the hallway the other day about something work-related, and pretty serious. While he talked, I zoned about a bit (hey, it happens), and I noticed the buttons on his shirt. These buttons each had three holes in them. OK, I know that doesn’t sound like such a big deal, but think about it. Better yet, look at the buttons on all the shirts in your closet. Two or four holes per button, am I right?? Kevin’s buttons were a total anomaly!

So I realized that Kevin was sort of waiting for me to respond to something he said, and instead I responded, “What’s with your buttons?? They all have three holes!”

He stared at me for a moment, then gestured up toward his face, “Eyes up here while I’m talking to you, Lucy! Eyes up here!”

It was hilarious. I felt like a bit of a jerk when I thought about all the times I’d seethed when I tried to have a conversation with a guy whose eyes were glued to my chest. And here I was doing the same thing to poor Kevin. Needless to say, we both cracked the fuck up. I’m happy to say that my ill-advised one night stand has turned into a bit of a friendship. And sometimes, that’s all you can really ask for.

Xoxo, Lucy

30 May 13
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