I feel I need to issue a warning with the attached post. I’m about to get a bit silly…like “12 year old, gushing and giggling” silly.
You have been warned.
The Object of my Office Affection (OOA) (As in Jean`s Office Hottie, aka, My (very) secret crush. Although, I don`t know how secret it would be if he discovered this blog and put 2 and 2 together)
The office hottieâ€¦
Sighâ€¦before reading any further realise that every normal 28 year old female has a momentary lapse of maturity. Which explains today`s blog. Enough said.
You know how the parental units always had a seemingly simple (read crazy) solution to almost every ailment or life event that befalls you? Some of it is Boereraad and some of it is urban legend. Like drinking a tot of whisky with hot milk will cure you of the flu (uhâ€¦no. It merely conks you out and you`re non compos mentis for 12 hours straight. By the time you wake up, you would`ve forgotten you had the flu) and ensuring that you always have salt in the house because someone will actually die if you don`t which had me calling my dinner guests en route to my house on Saturday to ask them to bring salt. Lord FORBID I should run out of salt when there`s a full compliment of 5 people and 2 dogs running around, just WAITING to drop off like flies as a result of my sudden salt deficiency.
Point of the diatribe is that you really need a simple (yet crazy) solution for most everyday things. For example, right now it really sucks coming to work. Don`t get me wrong I love my job, but sometimes I need a bit of inspiration.
However, since last week it`s become marginally easier what with my re-discovery of the office hottie. With everything happening I totally forgot about him and forgot how much easier life becomes when you get to see the Object of Office Affection (OOA) at least once a day. What can I say, after a huge period of absence my OOA struck again. And I was so shocked at my reaction to him. I became absolutely tongue-tied. Me? I still can’t believe it.
And this is no obvious choice. He is not the convential hottie. He isn`t some young thing, grinning amiably about last night`s Crazy Monkey insert and wondering about his next tea break. Nope, not for me. I need to go for the complicated ones. So my OOA is an attractive, slightly older (uhâ€¦well, early thirties), intelligent man. He seems complicated though (you know the dark, broody and intense types we women fall for and eventually get hurt by: refer yesterday`s post). And has the most intense stare I`ve ever seen on a manâ€¦or maybe it`s just that I feel that way when he looks at me. He is also a Geek. But a well-dressed Geek who makes me blush and giggle.
I use to treat my OOA as a little reward. Or a treat if you will. If I`ve been a good girl, I would sit in the garden during lunch (knowing full well that he will be there and that I`ll see him. And he`ll see me. And we`ll spend some of our lunch hour flirting by remote. that`s a cheap thrill right there) and sometimes without expecting it I get more than just a walk-by glimpse of the man Gee, golly, my girlie heartâ€¦. sometimes we even stop to chat. Him, Hi, how you? Me, mumble, fine, mumble Him, You have really pretty eyes, Me, *choke* mumbleâ€¦.
Anyway, sometimes I wonder if I should ask my OOA to join me for coffee or drinks. And sometimes I wonder why he doesn`t ask ME for drinks. My friend pointed out that I might be giving him mixed signals (I do sometimes freak when I see him. And Control Freak that I am, I can’t handle the fact that I`m not in control of my reaction, so I go out of my way to avoid looking at him or interacting with him. I know, sad). I`m also just SO sceptical that I`ll ruin the little game I`ve been playing.
Thing is â€¦ I can`t help but be intrigued.
What to do? What to do?