”What Kind of Guy Do You Want? I Can Get You Anything!”

I have nightmares about my friends “fixing me up” for dates. It’s the stuff that bad comedies are made of. My friend, we’ll call him D (husband of my good friend C) is head of a division of design for one of the big three auto makers. It's kinda weird because I've known D for about three years, well before I started working in the auto industry. Anyway, he's a big shot at the studio (my company’s client). Yesterday, he sneaks into a meeting I'm involved in and, during a presentation, whispers an update on this guy, a car designer, he thinks would be great for me.

D: "So, did you see him? Is he your type?"
Me: "What?!! Oh, hey! Yeah, I saw him."
D: "Okay, here's the thing. I was wrong. He's ‘Occupied’."
Me: "’Occupied?’ Like a Port-a-Pottie? What do you mean 'occupied?'"
D: "Well, I you know - he's got a girlfriend now or something. But there are tons of guys for me to hook you up with."
Me: "BE QUIET before you get me in trouble! Wait, “tons of guys”?! Who are you now, Chuck Woolery?!"

At this point, everyone (including my program manager and integration manager) is turning around to see who is being so rude as to whisper loudly and not pay attention during the presentation. They see it's D, and well, it’s not like they can yell at him or anything, so all is forgiven. Then the quizzical looks fly in my direction. Isn't that the new girl?!

Me: "D, shut up before you get us in trouble!"
D: "Whatever. So, is he YOUR TYPE?! Is that what I should be going for, or do you want something else. I can get you whatever type you want. There are lots of guys here. Take your pick. I can make things happen."
Me: “’Take my pick? You can make things happen? (snicker, snicker!) "What are you, a Designer Pimp or something?!! Would you cut it out?! People are starting to look."
D: "So, what's your type?"
Me: "SHUT UP and pay attention you dorky yenta! (smile)"

I look back to the presentation, catching everyone's eyes on D and I , trying to make out our conversation and the looks of frustration. "Why does the new girl get to talk to D? What's going on there? Must be that secret society of design conscious people....
I turned back to say something to D, but noticed he had escaped to the hallway and was laughing at me – stuck in this meeting.

My boss told me the manager reported to him that I'm doing a great job; networking well and picking up on my duties quickly. Well, I'll either end up getting a date, a promotion or both out of this!