Nothing beats a work crush*. To be stuck somewhere 40 hours a week with noone to flirt with is beyond cruel, so when I find myself planning my breaks to match someone else's I tend to get a little excited. You know, the awesome kind of excited that is accompanied by manic butterflies in your stomach and the constant need for minty gum. I love those damn butterflies!
In addition to hoping for crossed-paths, I also am finding myself checking out various locations where a mid-day makeout could occur. If you will remember, at my previous job I called this "getting pens" as I often found myself wishing for a certain ex-work crush to meet me in the supply closet for an office tryst. Well, at this job, we don't exactly have a supply closet, but there are definitely some areas that would offer the amount of privacy needed. Today, I made a head nod for someone to come over and, had I been more forward, would have gone for it had I been sure I would be met with success. Instead of making my move, though, I made sure to work it and reverse it with some major flirting and eye-fucking**.
So nothing has happened...yet, but if I "get pens" with anyone, you will be the first to know!
*Well, a work boo would probably beat that.
**As always, TM Barmaid.