Is there anything sadder than unrequited love? Unrequited lust. Interest. Feelings. General stirrings of the nether regions that aren’t being scratched by the person in question.
Dear WordPress, it’s been a while since I saw you. In that time I got a job (yay), at less pay than previously (boo but when you are broke who cares) and have developed a raging crush on a colleague. An unrequited crush. Hence my Friday night blog post.
He is 50. In fantastic shape for his age, sweet ass, tall and strongly built. He is also a nice guy, easy to chat with, universally respected as a fair and just manager, a good guy, a very involved father to his 20 year old daughter, gets along with his ex wife. Which makes him the opposite of every man I’ve ever lusted after. Sigh. Did I mention that his arse is fine? It is. Yum.
Apart from the obvious fact that we work together and have parallel responsibilities with our boss (he’s the right hand, I’m there to be the left), he is not the kind of person I could just approach and make a move on. For one thing, he is supposedly dating a younger chick that he is supposed to be very in to. I have no idea what he thinks of me, or even if he notices me in that way. Yes he makes jokes and laughs at mine and he has even on occasion asked how my weekend was or enquired about my plans for the evening (volunteering no option that included him) and has granted me special access to his stash of coffee at work. Sometimes I feel like he is making a cute move or looking to ask something personal, yet he never really has. In a fit of alcohol on Old Years Night I emailed him, thankfully only to wish him a happy new year thankgodiwasntoverlydrunk, and he kindly has never brought it up or mentioned it, apart from asking me how my night was. I take that as him being kind, not wanting to bring up my stupid and weird indiscretion. Gosh I like this guy.
Stay tuned anonymous blog readers. Hopefully future posts may be less unrequited.