Hey baby!

Trivia at the Trinity again last night. Doc and Brittney and Chris and I had our own team. We didn’t do too badly, all told… 52 out of 73 points. Rich’s team ended with 59, and I was imagining they’d sweep the floor with us.

I didn’t realize that there were modest cash prizes for first through fourth places! I’m hoping that my brother Bob, when he’s in town over Thanksgiving, will join us. He can be our secret weapon. They even asked a math question last night! (None of us got it… something about reflex angles. I’m pretty sure I’ve never even heard of that.)

Here’s something that will show you just how completely late to the party I am (and always have been): I was being hit on, fairly aggressively, by a drunk loud co-worker of Rich’s, and I was completely oblivious to it. I’m sure that everyone else at the table was watching this train wreck happening and wondering why I didn’t shut this guy down. Doc, especially, was mighty uncomfortable, but I honestly had no idea that he was focusing on me. I thought he was just being kind of a loud jerk in general, and trying to include me in the general conversation (which included the line that I’ve heard a million times before, and that always pisses me off… “Why aren’t you talking? You should talk more! You’re too quiet!” or, conversely, the sarcastically delivered “Katy, shut up! Quit hogging the conversation!” Kiss. My. Ass.)

And for my part, I was making a conscious attempt to NOT stay in my shell around people I don’t know, like I usually do, and was trying to make friendly conversation with everyone, including Mr. Hit Man. I guess Mr. Hit Man saw this as an open invitation to increase the level of obnoxiousness/hitting-on-ness. It didn’t occur to me that he wouldn’t realize that Doc and I were together. Eventually it dawned on me what was going on, and I informed him that I was happily married for eight years, thank you very much, and Doc finally was able to elbow his way past this dickhole, put his arm around me, and said “SHE’S MARRIED TO ME.”

So, I’m a total idiot. I felt really embarrassed. But then again, I’ve never EVER clued in as to when people were interested in me. I wish I’d been a little quicker on the uptake and had time to figure out a great way to verbally crush this jerk like he deserved.