27-Apr-2006

My poor, poor little Hottie!  She accompanied me (and the Designated Driver) to the Faux Agent's party on Saturday, and, lucky for her, had a sort-of bonding moment with the Faux Agent's roommate.  Unluckily for her, she did not have time to strike up the same sort of enticing conversation with the Faux Agent, since said Faux Agent sent me an email yesterday that, among other things, mentioned he thought the Hottie was cute.  So I rang her up at work yesterday with the following unfortunate news:

Me:  Yeah, the roommate you liked?  Off limits.  Faux Agent's called dibs on you.

The Hottie:  Shit, shit, shit!

A long pause as she bangs the phone receiver against her desk.

The Hottie:  Wait, is Faux Agent cute?

Me:  Totally.

The Hottie:  Oh.  Then that's okay.

Sometimes, it really must suck to be hot.