Come on the Go!

I was finally able to go to lunch after three hours of back to back conference calls. As I'm reading the Seattle Weekly (I'll miss that rag when I move to Portland), the man next to me says, "So, how you doing?"

Dammit, dammit, dammit. All I wanted to do is read my paper and not talk. But I'm nice (mistake #1) say, "Good, thanks" and immediately go back to reading. Not rude, but I wasn't engaging - you know? Normal guys would figure that I was into my paper and not in the mood to chat.

Then I hear, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" Dammit!

I take a deep breath, look up and say, "Nope, don't think so. Sorry.." And immediately look down at my paper.

He's got that look now - that look that screams, "Wow, she's talking to me. She's really really talking to me." Again, I don't want to be a major bitch with the guy. But I wasn't interested and I wanted to read.

Then I hear, "You know, I'm in a band" and starts to talk about touring.

ARGH, that's it. OK, first, I love dating musicians. They are fun and wild and creative and a tad dangerous (at least the ones I like.) They are also bad for me. Very bad. If I hear "musician" I worrry - no matter how much I love them.

But I'm not going to give a guy any play who's main come-on line is "I'm in a band." Come ON! Maybe that works when you're 18, but this guy was in his late 40s. Old enough to know better. Old enough to never, ever use that line.

Five minutes after I escaped to my car, my ex called. I mentioned the "I'm in a band" line and had a good laugh - my ex really is a world-class musician, and he knows how that line would do nothing but backfire.

Dear band dude: Next time (1) catch a clue when the woman isn't interested and (2) don't figure that being in a band is gonna get you chicks.

Dumbass.