Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Is there such thing as love at first sound?

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So, I'm still here in Maryland -- helping to coordinate and faciliate the first week of vendor system demonstration sessions for my client. Part of my roll is to attend the sessions and make sure the presenter and participants stay on track and don't run out of time before everything is demo'd during each four hour session. This can make for a painful and boring day, depending on the skill (or lack thereof) of the vendor representative. Yesterday was particularly rough, and I was expecting more of the same today.

But everything changed when HE started talking this morning.

He had an accent. It took me awhile to pinpoint it, as it was more of a lilt than an out-and-out brogue. He is Irish. And cute in a sort of geeky-techy kind of way. Not movie-star handsome that would turn your head, just pleasantly cute, no more or less so than many men in their early 40's, most of whom are married and therefore not for consideration. Seeing him for the first time, you wouldn't normally (and I didn't) give him a second look.

But that voice.

That Voice.

I have never in my life had such an instantaneous, visceral reaction to a man's voice. I spent the entire morning staring at him from the back of the room, trying not to grin at him like an idiot, as I fell head over heels for a man I'd just met, based solely on his voice.

If you've ever seen that movie, The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, The Voice sounded exactly like Angus McFadyen, that hotty-hot actor who played Sandra Bullock's fiance. Yum.

And as fate would have it, I was facilitator for his afternoon session as well. By then I stopped paying attention to his words and his demonstration, and just let myself get carried away by the sound of his voice to daydreams of what our children would look like and if we'd have the wedding in Ireland or the U.S. (I decided we'd have two weddings - one in each country). I then began to plot how I could get my hands on one of his business cards, but couldn't think of a single plausible excuse, especially as we consultants are supposed to remain vendor-neutral, (neutral - ha!), and shouldn't really have any contact with them outside of the demo sessions. As a subcontractor, I don't carry business cards myself, or you better know I'd have accidentally dropped one near his laptop computer. I know his name and his employer, and from that could most likely figure out his email address, but I can't think of a reason to contact him that isn't either creepy, or vaguely unethical, or both.

During the mid-afternoon break, I dragged co-worker L., (of the hockey stick story), into the room with me, to hear The Voice. She couldn't really appreciate it like I did, but I chalk that up to the fact that she's happily married. I, on the other hand, wanted to jump his bones. Or at least tape-record several hours of his speech to play each night as I drift off to sleep. He could be reading from the 66,000-page federal tax code - it wouldn't matter. Music to my ears.

I chatted with him a bit after the afternoon session ended -- mainly work-related chit-chat, as I couldn't think of any way to lengthen or personalize the conversation further, especially as he was driving back home to Philly tonight. Never to be seen (or, alas, heard!) by me again.

Perhaps it's better this way. The fantasy is surely better than reality.

It's just too bad I didn't have L.'s hockey stick with me!

;-)

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15 comments:

Isobel said...

You should have asked him out for a Guinness!

Suzanne said...

Irish guys are so hot! and smart ones even HOTTER! And believe me, I am an expert.

Even my irish SIL is not immune to the voice. She loves the Dublin accent around her (her partner is a real DUB) but she goes crazy for a Scottish accent. They went to Glasgow for some girls-weekends-out and she said it was TASTY!

jessie said...

LOL vendor-neutral.

I understand the voice thing, and I wonder if guys from any of the British Isles have a clue that if they strike out in their home countries, even the ugly ones can hop on a plane, come to the US and read the phone book out loud to get women to throw their panties at them.

somebunnysloveDOTcom said...

(Sigh) Even married gals like me can fall for an accent. My ex-husband is British Canadian, so every once in a while he would "brogue" which of course would make me swoon! But his voice could not hide that he was an abusive jerk. So I agree, the fantasy is MUCH better!
=:8

Robin said...

Wooh-Wooh! You should have asked him out for Irish Coffee...and chocolates! I love the Irish and Scottish accents!
You need to accidently need to ask him a work related question...find his email! You never know where it may lead!

Liz said...

Oh, too funny! Are you in MD over the weekend? Or during next week? My hubby is out of town and I would be more than happy to have you over for dinner and knitting fun. I'm pretty close to where you are staying...

knitfriendly said...

I had a British boyfriend in high school and I will never forget the first time that I heard his voice. Ahhh.....and he would say my name and I would melt. :)

Tara said...

Um. I AM married, and happily, but an accent like Angus MacFadyen's (especially in the same room with me!) would make me weak at the knees. You are totally justified. :-)

Krista said...

I think all women agree on the accent-thing - married or not. They are irresistable! Is there a chance you'll run into him again for work?

Bess said...

I fell in love with a voice. I even married it.

sigh.

I could never love a man who didn't have a rich fabulous voice.

sigh.

When you are no longer being vendorneutral, send him a REAL card and tell him that you love his voice. and leave a business card inside.

It is NEVER a mistake to pass along a compliment.

hugs

(I once sent a guy a birthday card even though I had no idea when his birthday was - and he called and asked me out!)

Syd said...

Mary, you go girl! I enjoyed reading your post... Felt like I was sitting there with you swooning. It reminded me if how I got my "groove back" years ago when I met a gorgeous Jamaican-of-Indian-descent-raised-in-London. The accent was to die for! Unfortunately, I've lost it again, probably for good this time. LOL

Ranger Susie said...

The voice will do it every time. That's how I wound up with Scottjeff. Well, one of the reasons. ;)

Liz R. said...

Mary,

I wanted to let you know that I have a new blog; different from the one you have a link to. I'm Liz R in Virginia and my new address is:

http://lizandjuan.livejournal.com

I read your blog every day and love it! Sorry about the Irish guy, though!

Have a great weekend!!
Liz
lizandjuan@comcast.net

Having a Knit Fitt said...

Ah, the perfect romance ;-)
Cate

Calling Kahlo said...

DH is English and I have always had a weak spot for English, Irish and especially Scottish accents. hmmmmm....