Not just a pretty face...

She was more than a pretty face. I went home gushing that first day she showed up, saying, “Damn, that new girl is hot.” But that’s about where it had to end…after all, the pretty ones never have ‘substance.’ So we progressed to day two. I stood outside her office (in a totally non-creepy way) devising a plan to approach her, as I’m admittedly not the smoothest cat in the world (most of my best lines are regurgitated ‘Cary Grant’…yeah, so effective with today’s women). I just didn’t want to fall all over myself, like the fumbling idiot I can sometimes be around a pretty face. But then I hit a stroke of luck- she needed some help moving around some things in her new office (as fate would have it, right down the hall from mine), so I jumped at my chance. And then, perhaps to try to impress her or perhaps out of sheer panic, I jumped into the most arrogant, self-righteous diatribe on absolutely nothing that’s ever been pontificated. But, as she started to call me out on my b******t, something struck me immediately about this ‘pretty face’- she was smart…really smart. But then we were interrupted and the conversation ended right there. However, she actually wanted to continue our matching of wits, so my focus immediately turned to what I would say the next time I had a chance to ‘impress’ her again. Before I left the office, she gave me a black scorpion plush doll thingy but assured me it wasn't an indication of her feelings towards me. I took my new treasure back to my office, where I was unable to sit still for the rest of the day. Damn, there was something about this girl!