Chad Part II-- The Work Visit

After hearing Chad's voice on the phone and freaking out to my friends all week, I absolutely had to meet this dude. I mean, I'm going to need to verify the exact level of real life flamboyance in his voice before devoting myself to an entire day together (he was REALLY cute). So it was perfect when "Chad" told me he was coming down to where I work during his lunch break. He came up with this little story about coming down my way to pick a book at Borders, and will I come to help him find one (classic). When I told Raleigh- my kick ass work partner in crime- that I was finally meeting Mr. Faaaabulouussss, she insisted I bring him up to the office for a proper screening. This is important information for the rest of this story.

Chad was waiting for me at the corner, and when I tapped his shoulder and he turned around I finally got my first look-see at this guy. BAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snaggle teeth snaggle teeth snaggle teeth!!!!!!!!! I don't know what kind of dentists they have in Massachusetts or what kind of magic camera he used to post his online pictures, but it was very clear to me that his teeth did not get along and they were all plotting their escape from his snaggled mouth out in 10 different directions. (Still, remember I wanted to see through Jesus' eyes...) Nonetheless, minus 1.

His voice? Not so bad!!! Plus 1! And now we're even again.

We went for a nice walk around the block and at some point I suggested he come up and "check out" where I work. He agreed, since he had no idea this was all plotted, and we were on our way. As soon as we walked in I introduced him to Raleigh ("Oh my gosh, what a surprise!) and told him to try out some of the chairs. Things were going well and I even started to feel silly for worrying so much about his femm voice... all good things. So while Chad was relaxing on an Eames Lounger with his back towards the front desk, I look to Raleigh for a nod of approval. Instead of a smile or a thumbs up, Raleigh snarled her lip, rolled her eyes and held up an 81/2 x 11 with a huge "6" written across it.

Ouch. Later she explained the exact break down of this logic. Something about 4s for looks, 4 for height, 9 for butt... it's science.

Needless to say it was a bit uncomfortable/ difficult to hold back earned giggles and after a full tour, I walked Chad back downstairs. He told me he was excited about our first real date, we confirmed a time and place to meet and hugged it out.

It wasn't until I was back on the elevator that I realized I never even helped him find that book. Oops.