Those of you who read my last blog, Just Call Me Jessica, may recall that I was dreading this week. My would-be suitor, Will, was due to finish his program at the college where I work on Wednesday. As he seems to be under the (mistaken) impression that once he is no longer a student, we will be free to do it like bunnies, I was concerned that on his last day of class I would be subject to a more intensive attempt at seduction from him than his usual incoherent ramblings and vague innuendos.
Luckily, that didn’t pan out. While he did make a point of telling me that it was his last day, there were always other people around, so he didn’t take it any further than that. He did call me Jessica again, though, which made me crack up laughing. This time he actually heard my, “Who the hell is Jessica?” and had the good grace to be embarrassed…for 9 or 10 seconds, at least.
I hope that by the time he gets around to looking for my business card, he thinks my name is Jessica again…
Happy Friday the 13th!