I have come to the realization that I might be a bit of a flirt. God knows, I never meant it to happen. See, I don't come by it honestly. My childhood was filled with books, ponies, and meticulous to-do lists. I never really gave a rat's ass about so-called "fun" - aka giggling, note-passing, putting ice in someone else's bra. Not for me. I was too busy upping my page count on the spy novel I started writing when I was eight. I won't divulge too many details here (it is an unfinished masterpiece), but let me just say that there were Russians, there were guns, and there was gratuitous sex as soon as Mom bought me that book with the fat, ugly cartoons rubbing their naked bodies all over each other. I think it was supposed to explain sex, but really, it just made me have to run to the bathroom to vomit. The woman's hair was awful - like her crimper was coked out of its mind. But I digress. I am a flirt, and this trend has only recently crept up. I think it's an L.A. thing, where people are so fucking charming on the phone, and you suddenly find yourself with this whole new sleazish-persona. Like "Yo, yo, yo, Rob, my man, what is UP? Can you shoot me that new draft in PDF when you get a free second?" What? Did I just use three consecutive "yos" in a row? Soooo not my style. And the constant phone chatting is usually followed by the "We should have drinks." Hollywood drinks are unique to... well, Hollywood. It feels really strange the first time (hehehe), cause you're kind of thinking "Is this a date? Who's paying?" etc., etc. But after awhile it's just one more inch of your life that work is sucking from your Steven Bochco-addled brain. So imagine my surprise when the Irish Asian re-addressed this issue over IM yesterday:
IA: I have a sexy drinks tonight.
Me: What's a sexy drinks?
IA: Oh, you know, if she has a sexy voice, she's funny, she uses words like "sagacious." There's a good chance something else besides trade talk could happen.
Me: If she's funny, she's probably ugly. And if she uses words like "sagacious" in everyday conversation, she's either studying for the GRE or trying too hard.
IA: I thought you were a sexy drinks.
Me: Until you saw me--
IA: Until you rescheduled on me three times.
Me: Oh. Right.
IA: Then I was like, "She's just not that into me."
Me: I was busy! I think they were re-running "A Woman Named Jackie" on Lifetime that week.
IA: Well, maybe this notes session for your pilot can be a sexy notes session.
Me: Definitely.
I'm not sure, but I think I just agreed to make out with him in exchange for pilot notes? Oh, the corruption in this town! You can't see me, but I'm shaking my fist right now.
From what I saw of him, which was at 20 feet away and through a car window, he definitely seemed hot. I vote for sexy drinks.
You know what my take on the matter is. Anything to relieve the stress!!
I need some sexy drinks! :0)