Beer-Thirty

Last night caught myself getting into a coversation at work after hours, we call this time BEER-THIRTY. It was definetily leaning towards S-E-X-ual. Read back a few posts, so I don't have tyo get into all the details here...Anyhow, removed myself when boss said, "Everyone needs to be serviced every once in a while." I walked away, thinking I'm all about self-serve, baby. I don't even want to think about where this would have gone had I said that outloud (I did think it really hard!), or if I hung around.


From the "I am not be a ten, but the boys say I clean up good, and if I gave them half a chance for some rowdy romance, you know they would" Files: This week a mechanic attached to an Army plane temporarily on our feild gave me his phone number. It was sooo weird, came right outta left field. Never saw it coming, and sure as heck didn't believe it, even as I was hearing it. But ya know, I have since become a believer in KArma, especially if it's BAD Karma. Because, a few months ago, I told one of the mechanics I work with that "I totally have a huge crush on you to rival Mt. Rainer." He was like, floored, so it is of no shock, that I get emotionally puked on, and have no idea how to react myself.


I don't know what did it for this guy...I am mostly a tomboy. At work I wear Carhart pants, or cargo pants, and either a tank top or t-shirt. I wear big, clompity Doc Martins steel-toed boots (whenever I can get away with it, even away from work). I wear a pony tail, or tails, or a Princess Leia wanna-be do. Sometimes eye make-up, lipstick and/or chipped bright red nailpolish. I was wearing a blue NY cap, but have since upgraded to a white with pink trim cap (I call it my dress cap). I guess I carry myself well, translated as I really could give a flying ^&*% what anyone thinks. I tear up and down the ramp (when I can get away with it) blasting country or metal or alternative (whatever I'm in the mood for) outta my 'stang. I really don't get it though..the weird factor is just too great to be believed.


Any thoughts on this would be appreciated...


PS Did I mention I prefer boxers under my work pants? I am a freak, I belong in the zoo...