Guess who kept her damn mouth shut when I arrived this morning? Yep.

I dined with Half The Young Couple last night. The Other Half was out of town. During our meal, he found it humorous that I tried to eat an olive (non-seedless) by using a knife to cut it open and pry out the seed. Although I’ve eaten seeded olives before, it’s been awhile and I forgot how. I guess I ain’t as learned and fancy as he is.

Mid-way through our meal, a couple of his friends walked in… one of which I found rather attractive. After an introduction, it turned out that we’d met before at one of the recent million parties. I vaguely remembered. Actually, we work for the same company. He works in web development as well, but for a division that will (supposedly) benefit from the changes taking place here. Nice, huh. He inquired about the changes, so I gave him a 5-second summary. He replied with “Well it’s about time!” – um, dude… don’t make me dislike you so early in the game.

It’s funny how people behave so differently in work mode vs. hangin’ out mode. For that moment, I wasn’t thinking about his attractiveness, if I wanted to ask him out, etc… he became an irritating co-worker for a split second, until we realized the slight tension and snapped back to acquaintance-at-a-restaurant mode.

Later in the meal he was inquiring about business at After Dark with Half, and jokingly suggested making me the shot boy. I was flattered by the remark, and it gave me the he-thinks-I’m-cute-too information I was curious about. Half invited me to yet another party this weekend, in which I’m sure dude will be in attendance.

Half also invited me to join his committee in the Well-To-Do People’s Club. I guess that means I’ll sew costumes for yearly pageants or participate in shirtless carwashes. Or something. It’s a good cause, really, and something I’d like to be a part of.

I I-Tune’d Lindsay Lohan’s CD, Rumors, this weekend. It’s not all that I’d hoped it be. Is it possible that I no longer relate to the problems of the average, in love / out of love, jet-set, ridiculously wealthy, media-saturated, bubble-gum pop singing teenage girl?

Surely not.