Today was a pretty good day at work. I could go into all of it, but instead I’ll give you the high and low. Which happened to be the same event.
After a long day of actually making some strides on projects I’ve been assigned to, I went to a meeting with a celebrity. I’m pretty sure this was done just to make me feel better about my pittance of a salary. And, boy oh boy, did it ever!
See, I’m not moved by most of the crap that goes on on Capitol Hill. Members of Congress, members of the Cabinet, foreign leaders. Yada. Yada. Yada. Been there, done that.
But a musician. Wow – I’m so there.
And it got better.
So we had this awkward little meeting with the celebrity, his entourage, my boss, and me. Which was actually kind of a sweet lovefest – as opposed to the annoying lovefests (and trust, there are a lot of those). When the musician got up to leave, I made my move. See, I failed to say hello to him on his way into the room; he was caught up in the lovefest with my boss. But on his way out, I extended my hand with the intention to 1) shake his hand, 2) say thank you for coming to visit with us, and 3) tell him that I love his music.
Good plan, right? I thought so. But I’m not always so suave when I’m nervous.
Okay, so I extended my hand, preset script at the ready. He takes my hand, pulls it toward him, and moves very close to me. I was flustered to say the least.
That’s when it happened. He kissed me. On the cheek, of course. This isn’t a porno! But I was sufficiently flustered and could find no words. My entire preset script just vanished.
So I just stood there, staring at him. Luckily, he had the wherewithal to let go of my hand, which was in a super grip at that point, and walk out the door.
I have very little recollection of anything that happened after that. But I know I liked it.