True Confessions
Once upon a time a guy had a knife pulled on him because of me.
I was reading someone's blog and they were talking about bad taste in men and it reminded me of this experience. So I thought I'd share. Not that I've ever had bad taste in men, but sometimes bad men have good taste in me.
It was a few years ago when I was living in Cleveland. I had known G.I. Joe liked me for quite awhile. He thought it was a secret but he wasn't very good at keeping his feelings from showing. Me, not interested. But he was still in the group that I associated with from the office so I was around him quite a bit.
Unfortunately.
A group of us had gone to play pool. Bailey and I were the only girls in the whole place. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was because I have a little streak of mischief in me, whatever the reason Bailey and I started telling Thurston he was our favorite male co-worker (well, he was, but we made it into a really big deal). We joked and flirted and everybody was getting a kick out of it. Everybody but G. I. Joe.
Well, a few other things occured that week to make it blatantly clear to everybody that G. I. Joe liked me. At this point I still didn't know about the knife. I did hear about him almost coming to blows with a couple other guys he thought I might be involved with. And his work performance became less than stellar. Guess who was the one voted to talk to him about it?
You guessed it.
Me.
They figured I was the only one who could get through to the thick headed jerk. That didn't go over so well. G. I. Joe and I had it out right there in the conference room. He was acting like the biggest baby I have ever met in my life. He got all sulky and wouldn't talk to me or anybody else for the rest of the day.
That night I was talking to Thurston on the phone about the situation.
T: What's with G. I. Joe anyways?
B: You mean, besides the fact that he's in love with me? (semi-joking tone)
T: Ah, I thought that must be the case.
And then he proceeded to tell me that after we all left the pool hall and Bailey and I had gone home G. I. Joe pulled a knife out of his pocket and held the blade against Thurston's throat and said, "From now on, I'm the ladies' favorite." Thurston was a little taken aback by this but still answered with, "I think the ladies can decide for themselves." G. I. Joe dug the blade deeper into Thurston's throat (without actually drawing any blood) and said, "You don't understand, from now on I'M the ladies' favorite." Thurston realized what a nut he was working with and decided it would be better just to back off. I had no idea G. I. Joe would go to that kind of extreme. I talked to my boss and quickly switched offices.
I saw Thurston a few weeks ago. He moved back to Utah about 6 months after I did and we've kept in touch. We talked about that experience and wondered what happened to G. I. Joe. Hopefully he's not pulling knives on any other "favorites."
I was reading someone's blog and they were talking about bad taste in men and it reminded me of this experience. So I thought I'd share. Not that I've ever had bad taste in men, but sometimes bad men have good taste in me.
It was a few years ago when I was living in Cleveland. I had known G.I. Joe liked me for quite awhile. He thought it was a secret but he wasn't very good at keeping his feelings from showing. Me, not interested. But he was still in the group that I associated with from the office so I was around him quite a bit.
Unfortunately.
A group of us had gone to play pool. Bailey and I were the only girls in the whole place. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was because I have a little streak of mischief in me, whatever the reason Bailey and I started telling Thurston he was our favorite male co-worker (well, he was, but we made it into a really big deal). We joked and flirted and everybody was getting a kick out of it. Everybody but G. I. Joe.
Well, a few other things occured that week to make it blatantly clear to everybody that G. I. Joe liked me. At this point I still didn't know about the knife. I did hear about him almost coming to blows with a couple other guys he thought I might be involved with. And his work performance became less than stellar. Guess who was the one voted to talk to him about it?
You guessed it.
Me.
They figured I was the only one who could get through to the thick headed jerk. That didn't go over so well. G. I. Joe and I had it out right there in the conference room. He was acting like the biggest baby I have ever met in my life. He got all sulky and wouldn't talk to me or anybody else for the rest of the day.
That night I was talking to Thurston on the phone about the situation.
T: What's with G. I. Joe anyways?
B: You mean, besides the fact that he's in love with me? (semi-joking tone)
T: Ah, I thought that must be the case.
And then he proceeded to tell me that after we all left the pool hall and Bailey and I had gone home G. I. Joe pulled a knife out of his pocket and held the blade against Thurston's throat and said, "From now on, I'm the ladies' favorite." Thurston was a little taken aback by this but still answered with, "I think the ladies can decide for themselves." G. I. Joe dug the blade deeper into Thurston's throat (without actually drawing any blood) and said, "You don't understand, from now on I'M the ladies' favorite." Thurston realized what a nut he was working with and decided it would be better just to back off. I had no idea G. I. Joe would go to that kind of extreme. I talked to my boss and quickly switched offices.
I saw Thurston a few weeks ago. He moved back to Utah about 6 months after I did and we've kept in touch. We talked about that experience and wondered what happened to G. I. Joe. Hopefully he's not pulling knives on any other "favorites."
posted by Heidi @ 6:10 PM
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