June 19, 2009
I work with a nice young lady from Montreal named Jenny. A situation involving her arose at work yesterday which had me in non-literal stitches: It was another colleague of ours wedding anniversary and he goes: “Hey it’s my anniversary today” Jenny then looked soooo excited and was like “Oohhh how come you didn’t tell us! Give me a hug” and she gave him a big hug… then she was like “and a kiss” and kissed him on the cheek… and was like “two kisses” and then kissed him on the other cheek… and then was like “I can’t believe you didn’t tell us sooner”. I can’t stress the degree of inappropriateness that surrounded the hugs and kissed that went down. Being analytical, I tried to comprehend why she was so excited about his anniversary. I knew she didn’t know his wife… and it didn’t really make sense for her to be so physically affectionate towards him on his anniversary unless she was trying to do some form of ‘tempt my colleague on his anniversary’ kind of deal. Then, I remembered that she was French… and for those of you who don’t know french: Birthday in French is Anniversaire. Bless her little French heart, she thought it was his birthday… she wasn’t a homewrecker after all. We are going to the movies next week… on my wedding anniversary (or so she thinks… )

I work with a nice young lady from Montreal named Jenny.

A situation involving her arose at work yesterday which had me in non-literal stitches:

It was another colleague of ours wedding anniversary and he goes:

“Hey it’s my anniversary today”

Jenny then looked soooo excited and was like “Oohhh how come you didn’t tell us! Give me a hug” and she gave him a big hug… then she was like “and a kiss” and kissed him on the cheek… and was like “two kisses” and then kissed him on the other cheek… and then was like “I can’t believe you didn’t tell us sooner”. I can’t stress the degree of inappropriateness that surrounded the hugs and kissed that went down.

Being analytical, I tried to comprehend why she was so excited about his anniversary. I knew she didn’t know his wife… and it didn’t really make sense for her to be so physically affectionate towards him on his anniversary unless she was trying to do some form of ‘tempt my colleague on his anniversary’ kind of deal.

Then, I remembered that she was French… and for those of you who don’t know french: Birthday in French is Anniversaire.

Bless her little French heart, she thought it was his birthday… she wasn’t a homewrecker after all.

We are going to the movies next week… on my wedding anniversary (or so she thinks… )