Not everyone can claim that they have a friend for a boss. I am blessed to have such an amiable relationship with the president of the company I work for. And no. Let me murder any possible thought that our friendship is in anyway an illicit connection. Because it is not. It is in fact a friendship I put in very high regard and respect. Our friendship preceded our being officemates. He knew me as a person first before he knew me as an employee. And I just think that it's nice to be able to have a breather from all the to-dos and tick-boxes we have to fulfill for the day and have a conversation with a friend over cigarettes or coffee. Which brings me to a very beautiful point from yesterday's topic.
But before that, to those unfamiliar about yours truly (you), I exude this particular sense of illicitness. I named this blog after that when I came to a full realization that I tend to attract strings of attention from individuals who are in commitments. Meaning, taken, not single, and or married on paper or word, straight or otherwise. Not my proudest trait, but I can't deny it. Hurt me a couple of times actually. It's like a mutant ability I can't control. My boss is well aware of my unusual condition. He's even bore witness to some interesting iterations of this power's manifestation. He does not encourage it. He actually levels me down to what I know to be inherently right. Now, on to the actual topic.
A few weeks ago, I remember hitting a popular local club for a nightcap. On this rare occasion it was nice to know that I can still charm my way into a crowd and get some guys to buy me drinks and some to ask for my number. But there was one guy whom I noticed who stood out from everyone else. He stood by the DJ's booth with a haunting stare looking at the crowd as if he wasn't there part of it. He had an air of detachment as if he was disconnected from the rhythm and the beats that night. He looked like he was thinking - quite a rare sight to behold in such a place. I knew I had to know him.
Turns out, he's a friend of a friend and after a little bit of research I got his name, found him on Facebook and added. By that day's end, he had responded to my message and friend request. And we were chatting. This is where tells me "I like your energy. You're spunky" and by the end of that conversation, he had called me "buddy". Progress, if I do say so myself. However, upon further researching I find out that he has been in a long-term relationship with some guy whom he had shared buying property with. Whoa. But I wasn't surprised. Firstly, guys like him don't stay single for long (if not at all). Secondly, I say my mutant powers were working in one way or another. Not surprised at all.
Let me put what bothered me in a question. How do I take a line like "I like your energy"? I can't. I dunno. I wasn't flattered. But I liked hearing it. So asked my boss over conversation as friends for advice. Quick in analysis and wit, he came up with a response. He believed that the man was trying to flatter me but since he wasn't a writer (he's into IT, very technical stuff) so his playfulness with words can be misconstrued as an effort at witty banter. My boss then comes to his point. "But he said it right? See, the point of the compliment is not the compliment but that you are worth flattering." I grew pink. A shade shy of red. It was a nice thought. Did this man really attempt to flatter me? See, with me, flattery gets you places. If I get it.
Of course my boss gave me grounding. "He's with someone. He's committed. You know your morals." I nodded. "You know what you want. Are you worth the whole shebang?" I remained silent as a smile formed underneath my breathing.
I am worth it.
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