Recently I was talking with a friend of mine and the conversation turned to relationships. He wanted my opinion regarding a certain lady that piqued his interest. At this point I informed him that I was probably the absolute worst person to talk to about relationships (as evidenced by my lack of female companionship). To further emphasize my point I decided to tell a story about a girl that I was quite taken with when I lived in Georgia. It goes a little something like this (hit it):
There was this girl I met through a work related project. She lived in Athens (Georgia) and worked for the University of Georgia in their historic resources department. Our paths crossed because my friend and co-worker Andrea submitted an application for the University to survey our little portion of the state in order to accurately document the vast historic resources that existed. After the application was accepted but before the survey work began, Andrea
decided she wanted to leave the south and therefore I became the local contact for the project.
The University’s coordinator of the survey project was a very petite woman that wore very tall shoes. I immediately had a bit of a crush on her. The survey team spent an entire summer documenting the local resources and over the duration I got to know her and the team of students performing the work. One particular conversation we had was about her affinity for cooking and the fact that she wasn’t very good at it even though she tried very hard. This was a tidbit of information that I chose to hold on to and file away.
We stayed in touch for the next year or so even after the project was finished. It wasn’t a regular correspondence but still, there was continued communication. As my career path was floundering, I decided it was time for me to relocate. Before I left Georgia, however, I thought it would be a good idea to send her a little something to remember me by.
A friend of mine had a son who lived in Alaska and made wooden utensils. They were very unique and interesting so I decided that, since my far away crush was into cooking (as I remembered), I would send her a handmade spatula. That’s right, a spatula. I thought this would be a great idea and it would show her that I was paying attention to our previous conversations. I figured she would think it was a grand gesture and might find it a bit endearing. I boxed everything up, dropped the package in the mail (including my new information in Pennsylvania) and waited for her to contact me. Needless to say, I never heard from her again. It was at this point my friend realized the error of his ways in asking me for advice on the lady front.
I consider myself very mediocre at a lot of things and I’m kinda proud of that. Having the slightest clue about women is clearly not one of them.
There was this girl I met through a work related project. She lived in Athens (Georgia) and worked for the University of Georgia in their historic resources department. Our paths crossed because my friend and co-worker Andrea submitted an application for the University to survey our little portion of the state in order to accurately document the vast historic resources that existed. After the application was accepted but before the survey work began, Andrea
decided she wanted to leave the south and therefore I became the local contact for the project. The University’s coordinator of the survey project was a very petite woman that wore very tall shoes. I immediately had a bit of a crush on her. The survey team spent an entire summer documenting the local resources and over the duration I got to know her and the team of students performing the work. One particular conversation we had was about her affinity for cooking and the fact that she wasn’t very good at it even though she tried very hard. This was a tidbit of information that I chose to hold on to and file away.
We stayed in touch for the next year or so even after the project was finished. It wasn’t a regular correspondence but still, there was continued communication. As my career path was floundering, I decided it was time for me to relocate. Before I left Georgia, however, I thought it would be a good idea to send her a little something to remember me by.
A friend of mine had a son who lived in Alaska and made wooden utensils. They were very unique and interesting so I decided that, since my far away crush was into cooking (as I remembered), I would send her a handmade spatula. That’s right, a spatula. I thought this would be a great idea and it would show her that I was paying attention to our previous conversations. I figured she would think it was a grand gesture and might find it a bit endearing. I boxed everything up, dropped the package in the mail (including my new information in Pennsylvania) and waited for her to contact me. Needless to say, I never heard from her again. It was at this point my friend realized the error of his ways in asking me for advice on the lady front.
I consider myself very mediocre at a lot of things and I’m kinda proud of that. Having the slightest clue about women is clearly not one of them.
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Well, I think that gesture was thoughtful and sweet. And I'm guessing her lack of response had more to do with other circumstances of which we are unaware, rather than the spatula. I always considered you quite the "Ladies Man." :)
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