The Boys... Might Just Be Hanging in Your Past?

Remember that guy you used to work with, maybe 3 or 4 years ago? You know, the one who was on his way to being really attractive, had a winning wit and charm about him, and was maybe even smart? Yeah, the one who had just turned 18 at the time and still had the weird, bitchy high school girlfriend?


Not that Molly Ringwald was ever weird, and/or bitchy.

Yeah, that guy.

Well, I knew that guy, and at age 20 I hadn't really matured to the point at which I could accept dating a younger guy - and of course, definitely not one with the weird, bitchy high school girlfriend. A couple of years later, however, we've gotten back in touch thanks to a handy little internet tool I like to call "Facebook," and after a few weeks of exchanging posts and messages back and forth, we progressed to texting, and finally we had a nice little get-together of drinks at a local pub planned yesterday although I wasn't entirely sure whether or not it was officially "a date."


This is what internet flirting looks like.

Of course, in my current job I work with the general disgusting public and not so conveniently came down with an ugly plague-like flu on Thursday, meaning that I had to postpone. He expressed, to my glee, great disappointment and we are now not only going for drinks, but also to a local art gallery on Wednesday. This one is a date for sure. Win!


Enjoys being a GENTLEMAN. Get it? I'm hilarious.

Anyway, my point, ladies, is if you have been having trouble meeting appropriate suitors lately, think back to your crappy college job 3 years ago. Maybe there is one that you've already met. Granted, chances are that all the boys you worked with then probably still work there and have no real future, but maybe, just maybe, one of them moved out of town for a few years and got into post-modern literature, enjoys going to the theatre and being a gentleman. Maybe.