A plus of my job is meeting handsome, mature, interesting guys.
Like the fit, attractive, tanned, brown-haired, pony-tailed guy who had me help him wrap Christmas presents for his best mate’s family. He had a marine biology degree (as do I), worked in a remote area for a large multinational (i.e. securely employed), and a mysterious glint in his brown eyes (a.k.a. sexy, smouldering look). He was not unlike one Jared Padalecki. Except not as tall. But I was prepared to look past that.
All this was more than enough for me to ignore the fact he was the same nationality as my ex. He didn’t have the same ethnic background as my ex so I can confidently say that was the only thing he had in common with my ex. To my knowledge anyway.
Basically, I like my job because I meet hot guys such as Mr Pony-Tail. The down side is they all check out and move on eventually. Which is what Mr Pony-Tail did. However, I knew he was returning at some point because he was going to stop-over again on his way back to work. So I was hopeful of seeing him again.
Despite this, when a guy called to make a reservation last week it took me a full two minutes before I realised who it was. This was even with him saying “it’s Jared, remember the guy with the pony-tail, I did marine biology and we were talking about it?”. Still drew a blank but continued taking the reservation as if I knew exactly who I was talking with. So didn’t I sound like a complete fool when I realised who it was and I was all “Oh! That’s right! I remember now!”?
Hannah is a dill.
Anyway, I was on the desk when he checked out the second time. He was still yummy. Fingers crossed he comes through again next time he takes a break from work.