New Girl in Town - Hairspray
I've been having troubles lately. What troubles, you might ask?
I have a problem that I like to call NKS....New Kid Syndrome.
Everyone loves a new girl. Being the new girl at work? Yeah. I'm kind of on my own two feet now knowledge-wise. I can work pretty damn well even when there isn't anyone else there to help me out. But in terms of the guys, I'm still the new girl.
Out of four single guys that work there? I've been asked out by three. And the other often tells me that he doesn't know how he's going to survive when I leave because the other new girl is kind of a bitch to him. Flirty ho that he is.
1. The Nice Guy asked me out to dinner. He really is sweet. He's as sweet as he is....well, dumb. He's fun to be around because he's soooo nice, but honestly, I have never had any conversation with him that has anything of substance. But he's kind of going through a transformation in his own life in which he is cutting out all of the pot and psychedelics that he's been doing, and that's just not my deal. [Did I mention that I work with all of the hippies in town?]
2. The Chill Guy asked me out to lunch. Of the three, he is the only one in whom I could ever see myself being interested. But the timing is all wrong. I just got out of a pretty serious relationship, and I'm leaving for school in...9 days. [Scary as fuck.] Plus, he's definitely the kind of guy that if I ever did like him, I would end up liking him so much more than he liked me. He's just that...chill.
3. The Player told me that if he wasn't so sure that I'd shoot him down, he'd ask me out. Once again, really cool guy. I like him a lot. But he is SUCH A PLAYER. He's got game, and he knows it. He's very attractive in kind of a dark way, but he definitely plays up his "I'm a sensitive artist." image like a boss. He even brought in his sketch books for me to look over because he found out that I draw as well. He's been openly flirting with me since my first day on the job, but in reality? He's just fun to joke around with at work because he's having too much fun with too many girls behind closed doors at home.
My ego? On an all time high. But at the same time, I am trying not to take any of it to heart because I know that I'm freshmeat. As soon as the new[er] waitress loosens up a bit? They'll be on her too. [She's kind of a badass chick. I'm kind of scared of her, myself.]
Anywho, Saturday night is my last day at work, and I'm actually really sad about it. I never thought I'd enjoy myself as much as I do, but it really is a blast sometimes.
Now, however, it's time to get pumped up to move to the big city. And honestly? I'm terrified.