New People.

I am NOT a people person.  Stop right there.  I know what you're thinking... WRONG LINE OF WORK MUCH?

Let me explain.

When I say I am not a people person, I mean it is not easy for me to befriend just any stranger.  From birth, I've been a shy kid, deathly afraid of people not liking me.   I'm not giving anyone cold calculated laser death looks.  I'm nice, pleasant, smiley, and will be an all out blinding ray of freaking sunshine if the situation necessitates.  But let's just say, when I take a seat on an airplane, I'm not looking to strike up chit chat with the person life's lottery placed next to me, or if I'm lucky, partially in my seat.

Oh, and stop right there. This has nothing to do with being a TV person with a big ego. Ha. Lest we forget.  The "I'm kind of a big deal" t-shirt I wear (yes, it says that exact phrase)... that t-shirt was given to me as a JOKE.  NO ONE recognizes me. My immediate family sometimes takes a second look to make sure.

So...

Back to the point.  When new hires start in the newsroom, I dread it, ESPECIALLY when said newbie replaces my soul glo soul mate and sits in his desk RIGHT NEXT TO ME.  Oh I was not happy.  Who does he think he is, this new reporter person who I will not give a name because he's just the new guy who is probably going to have gall to want to be nice and TALK TO ME.  I wasn't about to have it.  Oh Hell NO.

But then he did start talking and well, my "I am an island and you aren't invited" attitude started to subside.  Foul language, crude humor.  He had me at his first inappropriate joke. But we didn't start exchanging halves of our BFF heart necklaces until he let me play dress up with him and photograph this divine look.

And that's when I knew.  Like you know about a good melon.