It’s morning and I don’t want to leave the heavenly cocoon of warmth provided by my comforter. The 4-minute drive into work just to be on my feet for 4-6 hours doesn’t seem worth it. But then, your spectacular image comes in unbidden, and I gladly untangle myself to get ready. Any opportunity to see you is worth it.
I am at work and I’m eagerly waiting for you to walk in through the main door. As you do, I flash you a smile. I take in your sexy brown-sugar and godlike profile. After you’ve clocked in, you come up to my desk to ask me how I am or how my weekend was. One thing that never fails, unfortunately, is how I stumble through the simplest of sentences. Imagine someone asking you if you did anything interesting the night before and you answer with, “no, but thanks.”
When we finish exchanging pleasantries, you walk away and I think to myself, “oh God, please don’t think I’m a complete idiot.” Of course, it’s not as bad as I tend to perceive it to be. Still, I wonder if one day I’ll get to run my hands over your incredible arms and back. Seriously, why can’t I touch you already?
I become so giddy when you glance my way. Or was that my imagination again? I’m also under the impression that if I was just a little bit braver, I could send a subtle hint your way to let you know I’d be interested in seeing where the two of us could take this.
Either way, my inner goddess is impatiently holding back the urge to claw her way to the surface and unleash her feminine ways. But all great things come with time; I remind her daily that her time will come. Right now we’ll just admire your gentleman charm and impressive body from afar…and only as friends. I just hope you don’t find someone else in the meantime.