My two Robs...
Nov. 6th, 2001 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermausWhen I coming through a gallery heading back to my work space,
Philly Rob, a coworker of mine, gave a whistle to get my attention and pointed over my head. I looked up--and there was Lemur-Rob on the little balcony above me pretending to hawk loogies at me.
All three of us hung out for a little bit...I told Rob how much I liked one of his pieces in the same group show I'm in. He told me he asked out a friend of another gallery owner and she agreed to go out with him. He did his disgusting dirty-old-man-lip-smacking thing he does, and Philly Rob and I tried to keep the giggles down. I pity the poor, poor girl... (These are the kind of things you run into in the artistic dating world: A high probability that you will at some point date a crazed psycho that calls you up at 3 am to do fake Old-lady-from-Jersey-Phone-sex. *shudder*)
I went back to work, but not before thanking Rob for warning me about Rob.
Philly Rob, a coworker of mine, gave a whistle to get my attention and pointed over my head. I looked up--and there was Lemur-Rob on the little balcony above me pretending to hawk loogies at me.
All three of us hung out for a little bit...I told Rob how much I liked one of his pieces in the same group show I'm in. He told me he asked out a friend of another gallery owner and she agreed to go out with him. He did his disgusting dirty-old-man-lip-smacking thing he does, and Philly Rob and I tried to keep the giggles down. I pity the poor, poor girl... (These are the kind of things you run into in the artistic dating world: A high probability that you will at some point date a crazed psycho that calls you up at 3 am to do fake Old-lady-from-Jersey-Phone-sex. *shudder*)
I went back to work, but not before thanking Rob for warning me about Rob.
