The Aussie has brought in a hotshot creative guy from Singapore (by way of Australia, natch) to help rejuvenate the agency's creative outlook. Before he arrived, the Aussie told me that the new guy looked like Brad Pitt, had a bad-boy reputation, and was single.
Like any self-respecting single girl, I googled him...with frightening results (see above).
Today was the first day that we were in the office at the same time. It was great to have another noisy foreigner in the office especially one who is thankfully closer in looks to Brad Pitt than to the old geezer above. He seems like a good guy and has a lot of energy and even more tattoos. It turns out that while technically single, he has a long-term live-in girlfriend. He and the Aussie have been friends for years and they bitch at each other like two old aunties.
We went to lunch and swapped stories over sashimi and cold beer. I forgave him for not being my future ex-husband when he ordered a bowl of crab soup (which literally had a humongous crab sitting in the middle of the bowl) and then knocked the whole thing into his lap. Why is it that I love it when beautiful people doing embarassing things?
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tqmapb -- Purrr tattoos and high energy...
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