Hail Mary

He swings! and... Whiff!

On my way down to the lobby after work Monday night, I rode in the elevator with a very cute 30-ish something from Sapphire Recruiters, a small tech. recruiting company. We made some small talk about the Michael Jackson funeral and CNN's coverage and were still walking and talking out the door of the building together when she went right and I went left, to the gym. I've been kicking myself for 2 days for not having asked for your number.

Well, Game On (Wayne).

Today, I wrote my name, number, and email on a scrap of paper (ridiculous, I know, even as a slave for attorneys at SKADDEN I had business cards ... this will eliminate any small chance I might have had of getting a date) and took a trip to floor 10, Sapphire's office.

Actually, I did this twice. The first time no one was at the front desk, and I rang a bell (a bell?! really? REALLY?). That was unnerving; thankfully, the economy doesn't concern them, and no one came forth to enjoy the spectacle I was inviting. The second time, 30 min. later, the front desk admin. was there (also smoking hot; I worried for a second that I didn't remember what elevator chick looked like...), and...

Me: "I talked to a young woman on the elevator the other day about Sapphire, and I was hoping I could see her."

Her: "Do you know her name?"

Me: "No."

Her: "Was she a blond or brunette?"

Me: "Tall and blond."

Her: "Oh, okay, let me go check." (looking quizzical, she disappears into an office down the hall for a painfully long half minute)

Her: (back) "She's on a conference call with Maureen, but is there a message I can leave?"

Me: (having guessed that front desk chic told hot blond "Hey, there's some strange ginger here to see you. Should I call Eric Cartman and have him taken away to the internment camps?") "No; I just wanted to give her this." (I produced the folded paper with my info.) "I met her on the elevator the other day, and I was kicking myself for not giving her my number ... or getting hers. (sheepishly) Sorry if this seems creepy."

Her: (seemingly surprised in a good way and smiling good-naturedly) "I'll make sure she gets it. Have a good day."

We'll see what happens. I'm not optimistic. Should I go back down later this week?