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The highlights from yesterday afternoon?  Heated discussions on transsexuals, female body-building contest, and starvation.  Could there be romance in the air?  Let's get right to it.

First of all, most of my usual crew was absent, leaving me surrounded by first-timers and non-regulars -- all of whom were women.  This was a welcome development, since I was able to bust out my tried-and-tested routine of jokes, ranging from my man-crush on Justin Timberlake to my television show analysis; this partly backfired when somehow I was the only one there who watched Grey's Anatomy.  Come on, how does this happen???

Anyway, the girl to my left divulged that her two best friends were 'Barbie-looking' girls who used to be guys, and naturally draw plenty of male suitors.  Now, this situation has been explored in movies, but I can't think of a worse secret to uncover if you develop an intimate relationship with, um, her...seriously, worst times ever.  However, this was too dangerous of a topic for my sensitive commentary at the table, although I didn't hold back much of the laughter.  This same girl, by the way, who's not a transsexual herself, as far as I know, and is actually kind of cute, is training for what she described as her third 'beauty / body-building pageant.'  Her goal is to crack the top-five amongst the field of 12 contestants, and I sincerely wish her all the best in that endeavor.  Another chick, meanwhile, responded by proclaiming herself as the 'weakest person on the planet.'  She later admitted to skipping lunch, never eating breakfast, and having a small dinner.  Yeah, the nutritionist in me believes that would do it.

And finally, the moment that everyone's been waiting for: my smooth-talking attempt at asking out a girl I met a few weeks back (I figure it's best that I continue to leave out names).  Things were going well, as I was as charming as always (modesty is my best quality), while waiting for a good opportunity to talk -- like maybe two minutes when her constantly hovering sister wasn't around.  While were were washing our cutting boards, I asked if she wanted to chill outside of the food kitchen some time.  She responded by basically repeating my questions in an obvious attempt to stall for time.  Later, as I awkwardly waited in the hallway for her to come out, pretending to check my cell phone, I asked her again.  This time, she revealed that she had a boyfriend, and while I tried to save face by acting as if that wasn't what I meant, she smiled and said we'd talk next time.  I guess it's a good precedent for what's to come this week -- more rejection in the office.  See, even managed to end this on my usual low note.