Forty

I met Forty a couple of months ago when I was out with one of my co-workers at a comedy show.  We were talking at the end of the event, and I instantly thought he was adorable and charming; after a few minutes a guy walked up and started playing with Forty's ear, so I backed off because obviously he wasn't into girls.  A few weeks later, though, Forty shows up at the salon and says hi, "Hey, you're from Mortified, right?  Didn't I meet you there?" It took me a few seconds to figure out who he was and how he knew me, but I managed to fake knowing him until my brain caught up with his.  We had given him one of our salon cards when we met, and he just came into say hi because he lived nearby.  At the end of that visit, I was no longer sure if he liked boys more than girls.

Then a few weeks after that he showed up again because he had booked a haircut.  While he was there I decided he definitely wasn't gay and that I needed to make something happen.  After his appointment we made small talk about work holiday parties and dancing.  Obviously after talking about dancing I made my move, so I went the direct route and told him that I wanted to go dancing with him.  Right then the phone rang, and new customers came in so I told him to come back sometime soon so we could make a plan for dancing.   

Conclusion: my boss is going to have to put a new section in the employee handbook about asking clients out on dates.