How will I recognize you?
You’ve seen several pictures of me. I’ll look like the person in my pictures, and I am wearing black today.
You and half the city
True. Look for the colorful chest.
I thought you were coming straight from work?
I am–so?
Are you going to put on a plunging neckline for the occasion? Maybe it’s a stereotype, but IT is not generally known for cleavage.
No. Oh. Well. I tend to border on the inappropriate a lot of the time as far as exposed bosom in the workplace goes.
So noted.
I hope that isn’t a problem for you?
No, no–I’m in favor of boobs.
Good. See you at 4:30.
Looking forward to meeting you.
Remind me to tell you about the time my Director put her hand down my shirt in front of two of our VPs and pointed out to them how colorful my chest is.
I think you just did.
Damn. Now what will we talk about?
Oh, there are lots of things. We’ve already covered boobs, but we still haven’t discussed books, beds or blowjobs.
Or tattoos.
We’ll sort of. In the context of boobs.
What if I got tattoos of books on my boobs?
You’d be the perfect woman.
Perfection is a lofty goal…
You’d be nearly perfect. Better?
Better. How will I recognize you?
I’ll be the one trying not to stare at your chest.
That might not narrow it down very much.
It’s sexy that you are aware of how good looking you are.
It’s not so much that as it is that I know that a tattooed chest draws a lot of attention. Anyway. It’s true that I am kind of cute. Will you be hard to recognize?
You’ve also seen pictures. I look a little like Woody Allen with dark hair and eyes. Levi’s and a plaid shirt.
And nerd glasses.
Right.
See you in a little while.