So, my favorite record rep is coming into town, this afternoon, to introduce us to a new artist.
Out of all the record reps we have, I only really like about three of them. IMO, the rest of them think they are stars...... when, they aren't, lol. This one is, by far, my favorite. He's a favorite of a lot of us, around the station.
J and I call him our "shared, fake boyfriend."
J is happily married.
He is happily married (to a friggin supermodel-looking woman).
I'm begrudgingly single.
Regardless, we openly have a crush on him and love when he visits, lol.
So, this morning we both walk into a meeting wearing extra-special cute clothes.
Then, about 10 minutes ago, I started putting on make-up (which I hadn't bothered to do, today) and J walks in with fresh make-up (which she NEVER wears). We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Most females get all dolled up to go sit in the third level of a Keith Urban concert, in hopes that the glare of the lights will somehow reflect off of his guitar and illuminate them, like an angel from the heavens.
Not us..... no, we get all dolled up for our fake boyfriend of a record rep.
Hey, sometimes it's fun to have an innocent flirtation that will never go anywhere.