What a girl wants

So my company organised a Fun Day at Macritchie Reservoir Park yesterday. Events included a 3.2-km walk-a-jog and random games between various departments, which resulted in a lot of commotion as four male designers from my department ended up stripping to their basics (can't blame 'em, the game was so make the longest chain using things on you, and our team soon ran outta shoe laces, bandanas, sunglasses and watches). It was kinda unsightly, but it was cool to see the guys being so rough and so sporty and generally so... err... 'guy'.

When your colleagues get out of their formals and into skimpier attire that is more suitable for long hours of walking in the sun, there's a lot of checking out that goes on. The men were checking the women out. Hell, even the women were checking the women out. Hmmm... I wonder who was checking the men out then.

Funny girly conversation overheard by Sayesha during the walk-a-jog:

Maths editor who thinks she's fat (pointing to new editor whose short shorts are nicely showing off her shapely legs) - "Goodness, would you look at her legs! So slim!"

New editor with shapely legs turns back upon hearing her name.

Maths editor who thinks she's fat - "Your legs, man! Wow... Each leg is like two of mine!"

New editor with shapely legs - ???!!!

Sayesha - :D

It's only at events like this that you see a different side of the people you've been working with. For example, I bumped into a guy I used to have a crush on three years ago. (People who know me from work and are reading this, NO, I won't disclose who it is! :D )

My first interactions with him were really weird. I'd only been working in the company for a few weeks, and I'd been put in charge of 24 books. These were adaptations for the US market, and had very tight deadlines because shipping the books over was going to take up a major chunk of the timeline. In those days, I used to reach my office at 7 am so I could talk to the US office before they wrapped up for the day. I'd have to fax every page after any amendment to them and get their approval before proceeding. Sometimes I just found it easier to drag my chair over and station myself near the fax machine.

And as luck would have it, whenever this dude would go to the photocopier to photocopy something, he'd find me sitting near the fax machine. He'd have this amused look on his face, but he'd say nothing. It really bugged the hell out of me.

These are the first three of our conversations:

10:30 am - He walks over to the photocopier and spots me by the fax machine.
He - I always see you here. *amused smile*
Me - Yeah... *polite smile*

2:30 pm - He walks over to the photocopier and spots me by the fax machine.
He - You're still here... *amused smile*
Me - Yeah... *polite smile*

5:30 pm - He walks over to the photocopier and spots me by the fax machine.
He - You're always at the fax machine, aren't you? *amused smile*
Me (a really exasperated one at that) - Yeah, I came with the fax machine. They had an offer. Buy one fax machine, get one editor free. *straight face*

He never spoke to me after that.

I finally had a chance to work with him when I was put in charge of the kids' magazine. Most of our interaction was via email but we did have meetings now and then. I was starting to get really impressed by him because (a) he was really really intelligent, (b) he was passionate about his job, and (c) he was damn good at what he did. I found all three traits very very cool. Of course I was still annoyed about the fax machine incident, and so I continued to give him attitude so that he would never ever find out about my crush.

In time, I got over my crush, but I still found him kinda cool. I still maintain that there's something incredibly sexy about a guy who takes his job seriously.

Then I didn't see him around for like a year or so because his entire department moved to another floor in our office building. I forgot all about him.

And yesterday, I saw him again.

Not participating in any of the sporting activities.

And suddenly I didn't find him so cool anymore. :|

How will you guys ever understand us? When we don't understand ourselves?