3:48, shows the office clock and with a blank page in front of me, I am feeling all Bridget Jonesy. Have this huge temptation to write about everything that happens in the glass-walled cubicles of the office. Unfortunately there is no attractive male-boss to chat with. Have a strict no-no code when it comes to office-flirting. Come to think of it, I seem to follow the code everywhere. Not that I have a lot of choice in the matter.
Yesterday I was talking to a friend who told me I give the ‘impossible’ impression. In a way that makes men stay miles away from me. Wonder how I do that? Or rather wonder how I should undo it! Come on, I smile, I nod, I pat! I am a cheerful fella. Why would anyone think I am this unreachable, unfriendly snob? I have a feeling it’s got something to do with the whole spinster-image people have. You see spinsters in general are considered pretty unfriendly, who have a bad opinion about the whole world and everyone they meet. I reluctantly admit it may be the case most of the times. And I hope every day I don’t become one of those no matter how spinsterish I am!
So I was pleasantly surprised when a 20-year-old kid hit on me recently. Poor fella musta been desperate for company hitting on a woman nearing middle age. I am guessing it is only to those who know me I seem unreachable. Well, time to break a few codes in that case. And then again, I seem as schoolgirlish as I was 10 years ago when I slipped out of school – the whole going-tongue-tied business, you know. (At this point the author realizes the entry has gone too far without making any point. And it is not likely she’d make one with what’s left to write. So she is abruptly closing this post here. Nice aint it, when you don’t have an editor to tell you how not to write something?)