Snub Queen

In order to tell the whole story we have to jump in the "way-back machine" and return to February 2010 when I first set-up at the hunting show.  I know, it isn't that much of a jump, but it is far enough back to make a difference.

Every February there is a trade show dedicated to hunting, fishing, and everything outdoors put together by Arc of the Ozarks!  It is a great 2 day show that is the perfect way for me to reach the working class who have dogs and like to take off for quick trips.  The booth layout of the event has been almost identical every year.

I have always been between the dog food guy and the turkey calls, and across the isle from another turkey call guy and the fly rod guy. Yes, I know, it is a rough way to spend two whole days!!  Surrounded by very sweet, kind, attractive men.  I vaguely remember there being a cabin with a bunch of deer heads hanging on it at the end of our isle, across the walkway.

Now lets jump to November of 2012, about 3 months before the 4th year of the above mentioned trade show.  I sponsor an event supporting Arc of The Ozarks, and as such had tickets for their gala event.

I was informed that I was a "snub queen" at that gala event.  When my "date" checked us in on Facebook at the event someone commented on the check-in that my date was with the "snub queen".  In all fairness, he had a point, I had in-fact snubbed him for about three years - snubbed him to the point that he was within ten feet of me at a trade show three years in a row and I didn't recognize him, know his name, or know anything about his company.  Needless to say, I was cordial to him and even proceeded to flirt with him a little as the night (and glasses of wine) progressed.  Thankfully my date was a good friend of both of us, and he made light of the situation! Before I made it home that evening he had started sending me messages.  Very sweet and flirtatious.  I was mildly interested and of course flattered.  I did a little research and found out that he had a couple kids and was on-again, off-again with the mother of his 2nd child.  Seemed to me that not only was he not my type, but the baggage and drama were over the top for me.  Looking back...he was FOR SURE not the guy for me.

This brings us to February of 2013 - trade show that started it all.  Our booths are across the way from one another, as they have been the last 3 years.  Man A is flirty and funny - and I repay the banter as to not redeem myself as the snub queen. At least I acknowledged Man A existed this year.