I'm spankin' new to this "professional working world" and I'm also not from England, so I think I need a little help. Remember that scary interview I went to last week? A dream job, and potential dream career? Of course you do. Well at the end of that interview, I was told to "keep in touch" and to "check out some museums" and I was also given a phone number and a "I've got a lot of free time so let me know if you do go to any museums..." but none of it seemed too weird. So then, really wanting this job, I called to "check in" and I mentioned that I was going to see a museum, and somehow we decided to meet up and check one out together. After hanging up I had a slight panic attack but was calmed after talking to my boyfriend and my best friend; they both thought it was a good idea. After all, it seems perfectly acceptable that an art dealer would want to take a could be employee to a museum to attest their knowledge on art and to see if they're capable of speaking about art intelligently (which really, who knows if I can do that, I don't).
I met him yesterday, at the Orlando Museum of Art and together we walked through their Norman Rockwell exhibit. I wouldn't be lying if I said I enjoyed myself, I did, I like art and seeing some really famous paintings up close and personal made me feel all gitty inside; almost like seeing a celebrity. He definitely knows his art, and gave me plenty of background on Norman Rockwell, or any other artist we happened to see, but it all seemed like chit chat: "Oh I like those colors" and "Wow, that one's really got a message". I didn't think much of it at the time, but then last night laying in bed I started to see how date-ish the whole thing seemed. He bought me a souvenir (two 2.00 postcards but still), he was ready to do something else afterwards, and after I told him I needed to meet my boyfriend and we said our good-byes, he hugged me. Now, I know certain people are "huggers" but I'm certainly not. Unless we make-out all the time, or you are close family, I do not like to be touched. Or stood too closely to. The hug wasn't creepy though, it was quick and painless, but it was awkward. Just like the kind of hug you'd give your backwoods cousin, the one you haven't seen in seven years, who may or may not have teeth, and who's been eyeing you all night? Yeah just like that, one light pat on the back and you're outta there. We also barely talked about the job, barely as in like two sentences, and that makes it seem date-ish too.
I could be completely overreacting here, he never crossed the line, or said anything inappropriate, and I have a wonderful reputation for over analyzing. Who knows, maybe I'll feel really stupid in a couple of weeks when I get this great job, and I think back to how I thought he was trying to wine and dine me.
I really hope I get to feel stupid.
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