On the aforementioned project, I missed a chance to meet a hot client and later saw him at happy hour.
Now, I can’t talk to ridiculously good looking people, especially when they look like a cross between Hugh Jackman and Daniel Henney. They make me forget what words are. With my impulsive and chatty nature, conversations tend to turn out like this:
Me: Hi I’m K. Don’t you work in [that] dept?
Him: Yeah, I don’t think we’ve met yet. My name’s Alan. Where do you work?
Me: So you’re Alan! I’ve heard so much about you. I’m on the team that’s working with yours right now. I was just on your floor today.
Him: Yup, pretty sure we’re on your shitlist now.
Me: Haha no big. It’ll be nice working together. Our meeting was rescheduled to next week cause you’re going to be out, golfing with your stepdad, right?
Him: How’d you know?
Me: Your team told me that. Oh you were just promoted to senior manager. Congrats!
Me: Your name’s on my list and it still said manager. I mean it’s not my list. It’s a database I was looking at, because my cause needed to pull another consultant.
Him: That’s right, I did get a request about that…
Me: How fluent are you in these languages? We needed someone with that skill.
Him: Pretty fluent…
Me: I swear I’m not stalking you.