I've organized a weekly happy hour night at work as a way to socialize a bit with some of my new co-workers. Usually about half a dozen people show up and we have a decent time.
A contractor joined our team a couple of weeks ago, and she's been very pleasant, so I planned to invite her along to happy hour last week. However, I knew a few people were going to be out of the office on that day, and I wanted to make sure that it didn't turn into just a two person outing, lest it look like I was asking her out on a date under the guise of "department happy hour". So, I confirmed that at least a couple other people were going before inviting her.
Turns out, har har, just about everyone else bailed out. By 5:15pm, with New Contractor Lady waiting for us to depart, I didn't have anyone else lined up. I employed my best Jedi mind-trick on Lee, our product manager, and commanded him to join us, gazing fiercely at him and pleading just a teeny bit. He reluctantly agreed.
So, it worked out. One more person showed up, and the four of us had a couple of beers. Hazzah!
I came home later that night and told Hank how I successfully avoided dating my new co-worker, thus saving our marriage.
Hank rolled her eyes deeply and thoroughly.
"Do you mean that you've never gone out for a beer or lunch with just one other female co-worker before?" she asked incredulously. "Not even just you and Liz?"
I thought about this for a moment.
"Hmm, I've definitely popped out for a coffee errand with Liz, but I don't recall ever having lunch just the two of us, or going out for drinks just the two of us. It might have occurred, but I don't recall."
At this point I marveled at the fitness of Hank's eye muscles. The rolling, which looked vigorous, showed no sign of letting up.
"I've gone out for lunch with my co-worker, Jackson, lots of times," she exclaimed. "Is that a date?"
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