Jiggity Jig

Ξ April 2nd, 2008 | → 14 Comments | ∇ me, work |

Home again, home again.  Thank God.  Every year I drink enough to drown a small army and somehow manage to survive.  But the best part of this trade show?  The people.  This industry is filled with some of the most spectacular people, people who have become some of my best friends.  Although I will tell you, no matter how much you love people, it won’t stop you from laughing at drunken phone calls and text messages.

My favorite Canadian grabbed his crotch and told me before he left the bar, “I can’t believe you won’t walk with us back to the hotel.  What if i get hit by a car and flattened in the middle of the street?  Who would use the tube and blow me back up?”  We had a good laugh, their group left.  Moments later a text comes across saying “Oh my god I’m hit.  Please proceed to the street.”  My “hehe” was quickly followed up by “Funny for you.  You are not lying in the fucking street.”  Then, “Are you coming?”  All I could do was laugh, drink more and send back “I am breathing heavy, but not cumming.”  Of course none of the boys remembered sending texts, but a quick review of the history led to apologies.

What I need someone to explain is why the boys who don’t need to apologize are the ones saying they are sorry, yet the pigs who remove their wedding rings on the airplane and say unbelievable things to women would never let an “I’m sorry” escape their lips.  I’ve been attending several trade shows a year in various industries since around ‘99 or 2000.  The things I have heard and seen are enough to make me never trust a man again, to never believe one whose lips are moving.  I’m not the prettiest, not dressed the sexiest, not the skinniest, not the funniest, not even the smartest woman around, yet men constantly throw propositions my way.  Don’t get me wrong, I certainly believe that I am wonderful and should be worshiped, but with that being said, these guys go above and beyond.  Just downright raw. 

Yet the half full glass side of my heart struggles with what the half empty side of my brain sees.  Which leads me to a few questions…

  • Why do so many men get out of town for a few days only to lose their minds, their morals and their wedding rings?
  • Why do I try so damn hard to see the good in everyone?

On a positive note, I want the internet to know that some of my favorite friends were met at shows and they have NEVER had even one inappropriate moment.  They are examples of how to be good men.  My amazing Wubbie, Lt. Colonel Cock Sucker, my favorite Canadian, the future congressman, That Guy in Cleveland, JS my new YG VP, my work husband…you gentlemen give me hope.  I truly love you all.

Hope to have time tomorrow evening to get caught up with the blogosphere.  I missed you guys!