October 27, 2005
Cute Guys, Shrunken Heads and the Way of the Tao
1st fact of the day:
If you gather 3 women and 1 man in a room, make them listen to a conference call in which they have no interest and have nothing to say, and given that 2 of the women are fairly mature (read: older than me), inevitably the conversation topic of cute guys comes up.
Note: I'm fairly sure the above scenario can be expressed in a mathematical formula of some sort...
Yesterday's call was no different. While our other colleagues went on (and on and on and on) about Japanese banks, our cosy little foursome went on (and on and on and on) about cute guys.
The thing is, this conversation has been rehashed ad nauseum for the last few months. The names never change, the list of cute guys stay the same, the conclusions don't differ (i.e. no cute corporates/analysts in Singapore). So I have to wonder why they keep bringing up the topic. I think it's weird. And I pity the one single guy who has to listen to all this female bonding sometime-crap.
Onto topic #2:
The ancient headhunters of old stalked out unsuspecting passerbys in woody areas, killed and decapitated them, and shrunk their heads for good measure. All in broad daylight. Modern headhunters, on the other hand, merely call you up, make sure the line isn't recorded, and convince you to send in a resume and give them a few names as well, but all this is conducted in the most cloak-and-dagger way with code names, secret drop locations and private lines for phone calls. Ah well, at least they won't attempt to shrink heads... or do they?
And lastly:
The Way of the Tao. No, it's not some religious mumbo-jumbo; it's just my 2 patented looks. Zoolander had Blue Steel, I have my "fuck off and leave me alone" and my "go away" looks.
The first is reserved for when the company is of poor quality. Classic incident: At a recent party at Gotham Penthouse this weirdo kept hitting on three of us. He was weird, not cute and drunk, which makes for a lethal combination begging for a putdown. After a couple of minutes of silence he suddenly asked me: "Do you like hip hop?" to which I replied, "NO." Nice, short and simple with a "fuck off" look on my face. My other friends, being nice sweet girls, actually deigned to answer him with the result that they had to talk to him for the next 5 minutes while shooting me pleading looks to rescue them.
The second gets used more often. In fact, it's my default look. Put me in a large group in which I know less than 10% of the people and I clam up. If I don't know the people I don't have anything to say, and if I don't have anything to say I keep quiet. It's as simple as that. So, I'm not tao though I may occasionally be trying to act cool.
Okie dokie. Back to work. Thursday already! Woohoo!!
Posted by scrabbyfoo at October 27, 2005 10:03 AM