25 1 / 2012
I wrote back in December about this cute hipster guy I work with. I’m going to call him The Hipster (duh). I just found out today that one of my projects will require me to work with him more. From what I can see, he’s still with that girlfriend of his. This may end badly. Plus we’re going to see Death Cab in February. Outside office activities. Is it bad I secretly hope his girlfriend doesn’t come so we can hang out all night and after the gig?
Every time I’m in the copy room I think to myself “wouldn’t it be great to make out in the copy room?” ala (500) days. Is it so foolish to ask that this office crush turns into a happier version of that movie? Where the new girl in the office completely enamours the hopelessly romantic hipster boy with their similar taste in douchey music and random pop culture tidbits?
Knowing my luck, it’ll turn out more like that movie Someone Like You where Ashley Judd’s character falls for Greg Kinnear’s character and he leaves his girlfriend for her. Only to be dumped for said girlfriend. Except in my version, there is no sexy Hugh Jackman to pick up the pieces.
Yeah. My mind works in movie references. What of it?