A Moment of Awkwardness...
So... on a Friday night it is not uncommon that I go see a hockey game involving the college I work for. Sometimes I go with friends - sometimes I go by myself if the alternative is sitting on the couch alone on a Friday night.
Normally, I make friends with the parents of the "kids" and have someone to talk to the whole game. I try not to cheer too much (don't want to draw attention to myself) but every once in awhile a "get your head out of your ass" comment is directed to the referee. Under my breath of course.
Friday nights is also when I get to oogle the guy with the nice eyes. Damn they are sexy... and really - so is he. But he is one of my "students"* (and honestly totally out of my league but I will use the student status as the excuse), so it is a look, admire - but don't touch kind of thing I have going on.
Tonight he recognizes me. Damn. And sends one of his buddies my way.
Now - you may think - SCORE! I land the hottie "student"... he is sending out a wing man to test the waters.
No - his buddy asks me advise... hottie student sent him my way to ask about work stuff - transferring between schools, figuring out classes, etc. Which is kind of awkward... I don't want to be recognized at these games - I want to be incognito.
I am so putting in for overtime. There is no way I should be asked work questions at a hockey game - even if it is from the hottie student's almost equally-as-hot friend (but without the sexy eyes).
Now hottie student's friend now has my work number stored in his Blackberry. For work purposes only I am afraid.
Boo hoo.
* Yes... there are entirely to many "quotation marks" in this post. So sue me.
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