Hah! Somebody has too much faith in me!
Either that or he's had one too many slaps in the head. My coworker B, who is an ex-professional boxer sees money in me. God I love him! He tells me we could make a lot of money if I let him train me.
Train me to do what?
A boxer silly!
He always creeps up out of nowhere trying to startle me with his boxing moves and me with my umm killer reflexes respond in kind, complete with tricky leg and fist movements a la Mohammed Ali.
I said: No thank you, boxing is not my thing.
B: But you're good and I can train you to be even better.
But how do you know I'm good?
B: Believe me, I know. I've seen you're moves and your strong handshake.
Forget it you're dreaming! Besides, I'm too old for that.
B: Nope, you're never too old to fight.
OK so tell me, how do you suppose we should go about this?
B goes on and on explaining his gameplan to me, promising me fame and glory and lots of cash.
OK B, so you see "a million dollar baby" in me?
B: Better
LOL Two million dollar baby?
B: At the very least!
I guess I should feel flattered but I'm not. I walked back to my department wondering what B really must be thinking of me, so then I started telling another coworker who's name also starts with a B about B1's plans for me. B2 said forget it, B1 doesn't know what he's talking about.
B2 said I'm too feminine to be a boxer.
Aaaah that made me feel much better. But considering that B2 is a real charmer and a ladies man, I'm wondering what he really must be thinking of me too. hehehe
Sheesh I'm a lover, not a fighter!
Anyway, time to move on to some real hot stuff...
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