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Forays into Flirting
Apr. 16th, 2007 02:53 pmOr
How I managed to freak out that one cute co-worker.
There's this guy at work, and he's cute. No, he's beyond cute. He's gorgeous. A simply stunningly handsome guy. Tall, well-built, beautiful hands, a gorgeous face and the most sexy voice you can imagine. Seriously, hearing his voice makes me go straight to my happy place. I've been ogling him for the past two weeks, and have even said 'hi' to him a few times at the coffee machine (go me!).
Now, today I get to work and settle behind my computer. Say hi to a few other co-workers and generally goof around all morning because, hey, it's glorious outside and people aren't calling us because they're all outside enjoying the weather (or stuck at work, like us poor sods). Occasionally, I see him scooting past, and without fail, I forget what I'm doing and just stare at the pretty until it's either out of sight or I am rudely interrupted by a lone customer who seems to think having a working internet connection is somehow important.
One call I take is a tricky one, and i spend about half an hour on the phone with this customer. Fix the problem, customer happy. Yay. About halfway through wrap-up, I see him wandering towards me. Oh my god, pretty co-worker is coming in my direction!
I promptly lose my ability to type because "Eeeee! Approaching pretty!". Wrap-up takes twice as long because I also lose the ability to think straight because Oh dear lord he's sitting down on my desk and looking at me, and oh god I can't handle this what if he talks to me! Which he does. Of course. Smiles at me (*melt*) and says "I haven't seen you around before. New?".
Me : "Gur..."
He introduces himself and asks my name.
Me: "Uuuh...".
Him: "Are you always this articulate?"
My brain: He made a joke! Quick, laugh. Make a joke. Do something! Oh gods, say something!
My response?
"I have daisies!"*
My brain: I hate you.
Him: Oooohkay. See you around then.
"I have daisies." I can't believe I said that. I could've said any number of things that wouldn't have made me sound like I should be in a safe place with soft walls. See, this is why I am incapable of picking up new guys. *headdesks*
*Okay, this actually isn't as inane as it sounds. Well, it is, I guess, but there were actually daisies on my desk. For some reason, someone decided to start handing out daisies to the girls working for this ISP. Others followed his example and started handing out daisies as well. I had about 20 arranged around my monitor.
How I managed to freak out that one cute co-worker.
There's this guy at work, and he's cute. No, he's beyond cute. He's gorgeous. A simply stunningly handsome guy. Tall, well-built, beautiful hands, a gorgeous face and the most sexy voice you can imagine. Seriously, hearing his voice makes me go straight to my happy place. I've been ogling him for the past two weeks, and have even said 'hi' to him a few times at the coffee machine (go me!).
Now, today I get to work and settle behind my computer. Say hi to a few other co-workers and generally goof around all morning because, hey, it's glorious outside and people aren't calling us because they're all outside enjoying the weather (or stuck at work, like us poor sods). Occasionally, I see him scooting past, and without fail, I forget what I'm doing and just stare at the pretty until it's either out of sight or I am rudely interrupted by a lone customer who seems to think having a working internet connection is somehow important.
One call I take is a tricky one, and i spend about half an hour on the phone with this customer. Fix the problem, customer happy. Yay. About halfway through wrap-up, I see him wandering towards me. Oh my god, pretty co-worker is coming in my direction!
I promptly lose my ability to type because "Eeeee! Approaching pretty!". Wrap-up takes twice as long because I also lose the ability to think straight because Oh dear lord he's sitting down on my desk and looking at me, and oh god I can't handle this what if he talks to me! Which he does. Of course. Smiles at me (*melt*) and says "I haven't seen you around before. New?".
Me : "Gur..."
He introduces himself and asks my name.
Me: "Uuuh...".
Him: "Are you always this articulate?"
My brain: He made a joke! Quick, laugh. Make a joke. Do something! Oh gods, say something!
My response?
"I have daisies!"*
My brain: I hate you.
Him: Oooohkay. See you around then.
"I have daisies." I can't believe I said that. I could've said any number of things that wouldn't have made me sound like I should be in a safe place with soft walls. See, this is why I am incapable of picking up new guys. *headdesks*
*Okay, this actually isn't as inane as it sounds. Well, it is, I guess, but there were actually daisies on my desk. For some reason, someone decided to start handing out daisies to the girls working for this ISP. Others followed his example and started handing out daisies as well. I had about 20 arranged around my monitor.
