Tuesday, 31 July 2007

Speak You Fool, Quick Before They Read Your Mind

I only moved in this house just over 3 weeks ago and within 4 hours of being here I had two new customers. To this day I don't know how I managed that. As a businessman, I'm not that great at blowing my own trumpet. I don't do networking and to be honest I probably wouldn't have a business that has lasted for 9 years if it wasn't for my first few customers recommending me to others and that behaviour continuing on throughout the years. But I didn't have any customers out in this part of the country and I didn't know anyone until I moved here. So its a mystery how this happened. I guess I just got lucky. I got even luckier that one of them only lives a few doors down, so the fact that they can't actually run away might mean that I get paid by this couple promptly which seems to be a rare occurrence these days.
I originally met the man of the house and we talked for a good couple of hours about what he was wanting. He has a beautiful two storey blond sandstone house with gorgeous big tall windows and a garden that has great potential but has been a little neglected over the years and really the house deserves a garden to match. The guy has money, ideas of his own but is willing to let my creative side go wild. So in essence its a great job for me. Within minutes of leaving I was already thinking of possibilities. A few days later I went round again to measure up and take sketches and basically play about with ideas I had rolling about in my head. It was early in the day, I wasn't expecting anyone to be there but I knocked the door anyway and I was surprised when his wife opened the door. We hadn't met each other the first time I had went round so I had no clue what she looked like. She's gorgeous. Whilst I was busy introducing myself my head was thinking 'Oh my god, those eyes, they're like rich dark chocolate getting melted down in a pan for a gooey chocolate cake that should be illegal to digest - quick, you've stopped talking say something before she reads your mind!' I think I managed to pass the test of speaking before it became obvious.
That should have been the end of it. From then on in any time we met it should have been easier. Not a bit of it. We've now met 5 times but despite the fact that I now know what she looks like and it shouldn't take me by surprise I find I have to prepare myself for that first meeting of the day and still I get lost in those eyes. Its ridiculous. I can't be alone in this. There has to be someone in your life that has the same effect.

9 comments:

Just a Girl said...

No.
Dammit anyway.

Just a Girl said...

I thought I should mention that there used to be one. I'd get giddy and act like a 12 year old whenever I saw him and then one day I heard him speak. He had such a small, soft voice and ever since that day I have no reaction to seeing him.

Tis sad. I miss the crush :)

Scotsman said...

Nice timing, I was just replying to your first comment when the gmail ting came through my speakers.

That's no bad thing no one person should have that much power, unless of course you are married or together in someway then it changes everything.

I'm lucky in that she is Australian so she's got this non-pretentious easy to talk to manner about her so all the awkward silences are only in my head.

Misssy M said...

Good grief, how long have you got?

But of course we're talking before the Meeester...

Behaved very stupidly over somebody whose very aura would have me standing open mouthed and staring like in one of those scenes of a film where the main character is standing still on a street whilst life around them whizzes by...

I pray to God it never happens again.

Just a Girl said...

I still miss the flutters. I want the flutters back!

Dammit.

Scotsman said...

Missy: I hear you.

Jag: You can take my flutters, I don't want them. I don't want to have to stop myself from talking because I'm not sure at that moment if I'm being professional and saying how I see the job progressing or if I am saying the real thoughts that are floating about in my head.

Just a Girl said...

I'll take 'em. I just get mute anyway ;)

Mr Farty said...

Oh, yes, some people say it's the boobs or the bum, but it's always the eyes that I notice first. I'm a sucker for a nice pair of peepers.

Scotsman said...

I can admire other parts of the body but its definitely the eyes that have the power to reduce me to a state that I forget my own name. And if its followed up with a great smile, lets not even go there....