Wednesday, 24 March 2010

Overheating Neurons

Ohhhhh how I despise my occasionally surprisingly traditional subconscious. Let it just be said that I am not one of those women who has been planning her dream wedding since she was 5years old - as American women are apparently want to do according to the media (so it must be true); I have never in my life hankered after a husband, a white picket fence and 2.4 children, in fact I'm not sure whether I am particular bothered about being married at all, so why oh why oh why should it be that in graduate trainee assessors training today – yes I am giving up my weekend to be an assessor for the new batch of applicants for our graduate trainee program, what a selfless employee I am - with just one person sat between Strategy Hottie and I - ah Shafi how I envied thee - did my subconscious brain automatically put my first name and his last name together upon hearing him introduce himself to see how it would sound if we were married!!

What the chuff!!!

Seriously where did that come from? I can only assume it was proximity to his general Hottness that addled my brain. It generally happens when I am within 5 feet of him on the best of occasions, so it's to be expected when I accidentally find myself less than 5 feet away, but still, I was mortified when I realized what had happened; such a betrayal from my own subconscious. I am only thankful that I didn't say it out loud when it was my turn to introduce myself.


Anonymous said...

it isn't you, its the ovaries.

Amel said...

Ohhhh...well...I think it's just normal, though it happened much later in life 'coz it happened to me when I was at the uni hi hi hi...but glad to hear you didn't blurt anything out to him. Enjoy being near him anyway he he...nice treat for the eyes, no? ;-D

fishwithoutbicycle said...

Hi Anonymous, ha ha I love that perspective!!

fishwithoutbicycle said...

Hi Amel,

Yes I seemed to be a bit of a late bloomer in these things and yes he is definitely a treat for the eyes :-)

Kitty said...

ha. That would have been hilarious and terrible. Eek.

I think Anon's comment has some truth to it. It's 'age', really, and being a social animal. Part of it may also be the clock ticking however loudly or softly.

You get accustomed to other people I was never that girly girl type either, who thought about those things. It was more about doing well in school and career. Fortunately, as women, biology makes us care about the important things.

I'm rooting for you, Fish. I'm sure you'll be all set whatever happens. I mean, you're all set now. But I'm really rooting for more!

fishwithoutbicycle said...

It's so weird Kitty, but I have only just seen your comment and I have a feeling you sent it a few days ago. I think Blogger must have been playing up.

You are such a sweetie, and much as I enjoy my anonymity I am kind of wanting to meet you. Email me if you ever fancy grabbing a coffee.