Argh. Wine hangovers are the worst. Between my body being dehydrated, and the massive amounts of sulfates in the wine, my head feels as if a steamroller ran over it a few times.

Last night was our monthly wine tasting, and if you recall, one of the women in our group was bringing her sister to meet me. Cool beans.

She shows up and she seems really cool. She’s cute, and so I turn on the charm and start impressing the hell out of her as we talk. Then, the unthinkable happened. Another woman in our group invited some friends, who were running late, and when they arrived were two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

One, in particular, was gorgeous. I’m not saying yeah, she was hot. I’m saying I now understand why Peeping Tom took a glance at Lady Godiva. If this woman had ridden by naked on a horse, I’d sneak a look regardless of the penalty.

Anyway, her friends were seated next to me and she sat across the table following our conversation. By now, I’m talking up the sister, and the rest of the table, and I keep catching Kate (the Lady Godiva-esque woman) sneaking glances at me and smiling. Hey, I love to flirt.

So this is going on for a while, and since there were a few absences from the wine tasting, I play the hero and bring the leftover glasses back to our table, and make sure to give Kate a glass, thus earning another smile.

Things are going well, and there’s more chitchat, and the other woman and her sister decide to leave, so the rest of us adjourn to the bar. We’re talking and drinking and I’m flirting with Kate (which by the way, is obviously not her real name) and a few more hours pass and they are ready to leave. So Kate stays behind her friends and comes up to me.

“It was really nice meeting you, Jeff,” Kate says flashing a winning smile.

“It was nice to meet you too, Kate. Would you like to go out sometime?”

Her smile fell. Not a good sign. She looked conflicted.

“Actually, I would love to, but I kind of have a boyfriend long distance, and we’re working out some issues…”

“No problem,” I say, every bit the gentleman. “I understand completely.”

And she left.

I’m praying I see her again. And I’m praying she loses that boyfriend. Because, damn! She’s really hot.

I can’t believe I got rejected. But at least I took a shot. When your Lady Godiva flirts with you, you have to step up to the plate and take a swing, because you never know if you’ll come up smelling like a rose. Let’s see…how many cliches were in that last sentence?

Days out of work: 8

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