Someone asked me out for a drink yesterday. At work. Over the phone. Can you say awkward? It went something like this:
Me: I just wanted to update you on the status of your order.
[insert status of his order talk here]
Me: Okay, great. Do you have any other questions?
Duder: Would you like to have a drink with me?
Me: *mumblemumble* breaches company policy* *mumblemumble*
Duder: Well, I don't have to tell anyone!!!!
Me: You know what? I'm going to have to get back to you on that one.
It must be my new hair.
* You know. Never mind I have a boyfriend. Never mind I'm still under age, despite feeling like a middle-aged cat lady most of the time. Never mind that even if I wasn't under age, I don't really drink, anyway. Instead, I think I'll ramble something off about "breaching company policy." What?
P.S. To set things straight: I've met him in real life once before, so I assume he remembered my girlish good looks and charming way (but I'm sure he was turned on by my sexy, husky voice, too) and just couldn't get enough. Who can?
Top: Forever 21
Jeans: American Eagle
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell
Scarf: Urban Outfitters