Monday, March 27, 2006
Not-so-subtle Body Language
As it turned out I ended up not going out my last night in San Diego. Adrian and I were talking on the phone about house stuff and by the time we ended it was already the time that I’d wanted to leave. I figured by the time I showered, ironed my clothes (which, thanks to being poorly packed, looked as wrinkled as a 95-year-old’s face), packed for my Sunday morning return trip, and actually managed to find a cab and get to the club, I’d only have a short time there. So, I just got ready for Sunday’s travels and crashed. Next time I’ll plan that a little better.
On the plus side, I got to spend some time with our friend Giacomo yesterday afternoon, who had flown down for the day to give a paper (he's the Berkeley prof whose class I lectured in last December).
My boss came to the conference for just a couple days and while he was there told me about a meeting in May in Moscow that he can’t go to, and maybe I need to go give a presentation in his place. That would be pretty cool, especially since I studied Russian in college but have never had the chance to visit. The downside is that the dates of the trip are the same dates that I’d planned to have the movers come and pack us up, but since that and the sale of the house aren’t settled yet, I’ve got some flexibility. “Harasho,” as the Russians would say. (OK, I phoneticized that, but you get the idea)
Oh, and contrary to yesterday’s narrative, I realized I did get a second look (and a third, and a fourth, and maybe a fifth) from one additional guy at the club Friday. I had picked an open spot to dance and Mister Man apparently thought I was there to dance with him. Um, no. And I gave him no indication of interest and every indication of a lack thereof. Dude, just because I turned my back to you doesn’t mean you need to be grinding up on me. ESPECIALLY when I pull away from you and keep my back to you, you should NOT try again. It means I don't want to give you the idea that I have the slightest bit of interest in you. I’m not playing hard to get, I really AM hard to get. So back off.
On the plus side, I got to spend some time with our friend Giacomo yesterday afternoon, who had flown down for the day to give a paper (he's the Berkeley prof whose class I lectured in last December).
My boss came to the conference for just a couple days and while he was there told me about a meeting in May in Moscow that he can’t go to, and maybe I need to go give a presentation in his place. That would be pretty cool, especially since I studied Russian in college but have never had the chance to visit. The downside is that the dates of the trip are the same dates that I’d planned to have the movers come and pack us up, but since that and the sale of the house aren’t settled yet, I’ve got some flexibility. “Harasho,” as the Russians would say. (OK, I phoneticized that, but you get the idea)
Oh, and contrary to yesterday’s narrative, I realized I did get a second look (and a third, and a fourth, and maybe a fifth) from one additional guy at the club Friday. I had picked an open spot to dance and Mister Man apparently thought I was there to dance with him. Um, no. And I gave him no indication of interest and every indication of a lack thereof. Dude, just because I turned my back to you doesn’t mean you need to be grinding up on me. ESPECIALLY when I pull away from you and keep my back to you, you should NOT try again. It means I don't want to give you the idea that I have the slightest bit of interest in you. I’m not playing hard to get, I really AM hard to get. So back off.
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