“So, how long are you going to be with us?” I said to the rather attractive temp we had on Reception.

As a company going through a number of changes, there have been a few temps through the doors in the last few weeks, but she was by far the best looking. I think she was also competent at her job too, I think.

“A couple of weeks I think”

“Oh that’s great news. I mean, we can always use good people here, and you look good, I mean, you know, at your job and that.”

I will admit, this was not one of my better opening lines. I pressed on regardless.

“So, are you a local?”

“Yes, I live round the corner. Near my boyfriend.”

Hard to get. I like it. She thinks throwing in this little factoid will deter me. She knows nothing.

“Oh that’s nice. How long have you been together?”

“A few months now.” she replied, whilst shuffling papers on the desk avoiding eye contact with me. She clearly knew I would peer into her very soul and would see that her relationship was a sham. Which would be a bit much, what with it being her first day and all.

“Well, I’ll see you later then.” I concluded, wandering off, knowing full well that she would be counting down the minutes till we spoke again.

It truly is a burden having this affect on women, but it is one I bare with little complaint. For once.

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