Diary of an ordinary woman's affairs

Life is what you make it.

Month: February, 2015

I’ve figured out why accountants are dry.

It’s an effect of the position.
In general, not many in the profession watch the news or sports because from January to April they live at their jobs. If they are on the auditing side of the house they live at the job or jobs January to August.
We are then plagued with having no conversation topics to engage in. We live our work, but we can’t talk about it.
The effect is “damn he/she is the most boring person I’ve ever met.”
We are not boring, however, time has taught us silence is the golden circle to live in.

I need to work less and have more to talk about!

Andrew

After I friended Andrew on Facebook, we started chatting.  The messaging quickly turned to a meet-up and texting.  We decided to meet up for coffee, which changed to a few beers on a Saturday afternoon.  The conservation was stimulating, it’s quite something to carry on a conversation with a near intellectual equal.

And so it begins…

Flirting when you aren’t trying

I attended an event with a guess speaker one evening recently.   The meeting was mostly local business owners, bankers, and stuffy suit types.  The speaker was addressing start-up business tactics and funding growing businesses.  It was an okay speaker, nothing fabulous.  When the event ended I was chatting with a few of my friends and an acquaintance whom I see about these circles, but don’t know well.  He handed me his card.  I thought it odd as I don’t need his financial services, but, whatever, I put it in my purse.

As typical fashion I attended another event with another guess speaker about a week later.  Again, meh, the speaker was okay.  As I wrapped up chatting with my friends and this acquaintance, he walked me to my car.   It was freezing outside, so I was hurrying up the convo so I could get out of the wind.  I can’t afford to get sick.

A few weeks later, I cleaned out my purse and found the business card of my acquaintance.  I placed it on my desk and time passed.   I really had forgotten all about this acquaintance.   And then he popped up requesting friendship on the good old Facebook.  I accepted at some point.   And we will call this acquaintance Andrew from this post forward.

Incredibly one can flirt and not know it.  My nativity is part of my charm, so I’m told.  There will be more about Andrew to share.