When in Rome, do as the Romans do

And so I did.

Having come to the realisation over the past few weeks that the physicality of my co-workers' interaction didn't mean much more than a little bit of fun, tonight, I decided to go with the flow. When my male colleagues pulled me in to dance with them, instead of backing away firmly but politely as I am wont to do, I decided to do a little bit of the bump-and-grind thing with them before extricating myself.

It wasn't too obscene. But it still feels a bit weird to be butt-to-groin with a co-worker, especially since I know for a fact that he has a girlfriend. I am rather aghast that he was dancing with me in the (to me) relatively intimate manner, and I wasn't sure that my act of dancing with him was at all the right thing to do. I know I would certainly be extremely upset with him if I were his girlfriend.

Probably the most scandalous things that happened tonight involved me. I was lifted single-handedly (I have to admit I'm impressed) by one guy twice, then later on literally swept off my feet by another guy who carried me in his arms briefly. It wasn't something I could have avoided though, since their actions were so sudden. As it is, I had already avoided being lifted across a table to a seat by a third guy earlier in the day, rather rudely ignoring his outstretched arms, and insisting on squeezing my way though independently. I think they must have been amused by my tiny size.

But given a chance to avoid being carried, would I have done so? The answer is: "No". I actually like being carried by guys.

But as of tonight, excluding family members, I have been carried/lifted/piggy-backed by a grand total of only five guys. I have french-kissed three boys, held four boys' hands, and have only had one boyfriend. I have never been picked up by a guy, never had a boy buy me drinks, and never given out my number to boys I have met for the first time, bar one, and that was because I needed to contact him to get the Diablo II CD from him (although only one boy has ever asked for number). Strangely enough, as a co-worker observed with shock, I don't pick up boys at parties, but pick up PC games instead. According to him, I am an embarassment, and have got my priorities all wrong. *lol* Tonight though, I had two people buys me drinks. Bizarrely enough, both of them were girls, one of whom I had met for the first time today: a friend of a friend of a friend.

For a girl who is not butt-ugly, clearly, I am a huge failure on the boy front. Whereas some girls have the magic gift of being perennially attached: they are like hot cakes, snapped up as soon they are single; I seem to have the magic gift of being perennially single, which is not a bad thing. The wonder of being single is that life is always exciting. There is eternally that prospect of that Great Love in every boy, and the possibility of a Romance around every corner. Of course, in my case, I have ignored the Actual, Realistic, Statistical PROBABILITY of actually realising that Great Love and Romance.

By pure statistics, the possibility of me getting a boyfriend has probably never been higher. For the first time, I am exposed to the biggest pool of boys in my entire lifetime, because they have been thrust upon me by my career choice. Historically though, I have known like a MAXIMUM of five guys at any one time, and they are always just good mates that I would never get together with. The best thing of all is that the pool of boys I am being exposed is actually of a decent standard, with some choice selections in there.

Unfortunately, for all their heart-breaking beauty, the boys might as well be machines as far as I am concerned. They are colleagues and therefore strictly off-limits. I will never be more than an asexual leper to the boys, and for all their proximity, they might as well be in another galaxy as far as I'm concerned.

Again, that isn't a bad thing, because boys just bring way too much pain and heartache.

Incidentally though, many of the good guys are taken. And at least three of them have gorgeous blonde girlfriends. So perhaps it's not the fact that I'm a colleague that makes me so unmarketable. ;-)

It is now 4am, and I really need to head off to bed. I have to wake up in three hours and have no real idea how I'm going to make it through the day of work. But apparently I have established a name for myself for sleeping in every class and most talks. Haha. So I should just live up to that (hard-earned) reputation.

Good morning, World!