Flirting is Funny

I've recently had the pleasure/irritation of buying stock footage for a TVC that my company recently finished. The irritation is the actual process of going through the footage, getting the director to choose one, quoting, and then actually paying for it. Basically the whole process. The pleasure has been Anna.

Anna laughs at everything I say. She giggles when I ask her about her weekend. I don't help the situation because everytime I speak to her I like to use my suave, fancy England in my sexy, deep voice... which is very sexy and suave. I am very attractive when you don't actually have to look at me.

So Anna and me have been flirting, doing the half business half social thing. She sends me through the loopholes to find her on Friendster, which I do, and she turns out to be a cute Chinese girl. Just my type. We back and forth and forth and back and finally I decide to ask her out for coffee (just in case she's terribly boring or it goes REALLY badly. One coffee later I can get the hell out of dodge. Daytime is also neutral and Coffee Bean is either the Maker of Dreams or the Preserver of Boring Status Quo).

I ask her for coffee and she giggles, and then we have the following conversation.

Me: So how about this weekend? I'm actually not busy, for once.

AN: Finally! This weekend is ok for me too... normally I spend it with my fiance but he's golfing this weekend. It has to be on Saturday evening though, coz I'll be in KL trying on wedding dresses and then I'll be free.

Me: *single silent cough*

Crashing and burning? I've made it an art.