Transplanted Life
Monday, August 25, 2003
The Big Guy
I briefly mentioned Dimitri when I first started coming in to Michelle's job a month ago, but I don't think I've mentioned him since. I've sort of learned to filter people hitting on me or flirting out over the past month. It's like dealing with pop-up ads - I'm aware that someone's doing it, and I know certain people (like Dimitri) are going to do it every time they see me, but I don't give it enough attention to do much more than get rid of it.

Well, that's not quite true. I kind of like Dimitri; there's a big, teddy-bear quality to him. And he flirts with no expectation of success; I get the feeling he's just pleased to have a pretty girl talking to him. There's so little pressure that I actually had a theory that he was gay and just putting up a front, but Kate pointed out that he only flirts with me, suggesting that guys trying to stay in a closet tend to overcompensate and hit on everything in a skirt. I suppose that might be the case; it's not something I've had to think about before.

I mention this because something seems off about him this morning. He seemed to hang around for longer than usual after his morning smoke. He asked what I did over the weekend, like every Monday, but today it seemed like he was expecting an answer. I guess he could have seen me sunbathing yesterday, but then why not just say so? He also just seemed to keep finding excuses to be around the reception desk - he's gone to the restroom three times already, had a second smoke, and had his lunch delivered. It's starting to make me nervous.

Hopefully, he'll still be around when Kurt comes to pick me up tonight. Maybe seeing that "Michelle" has a boyfriend (of sorts) will discourage him a little.

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