First–the bizarre news.
Today I wore a dress. Its not a very interesting dress–just something I wore bc it was easier than trying to coordinate an outfit. Its not black or slinky. Its just normal.
I walked into work and passed by the break room, catching my office crush out of the corner of my eye. Let me remind you of my office crush–hes not very tall, but hes hot. Built in that skateboarder way. Nice arms. Has a fucking hot tattoo on one of his arms. Little bit of a rockstar edge. We have run into each other — sometimes coincidental, sometimes not–for about a yr now. And its always pretty sexually charged. I know he knows whats up. And vice versa.
Lately, we’ve been running into each other a lot. And we have actually said hi to one another. But nothing more than that.
So today, I walked by the breakroom, saw him, and thought, hmmm…I should go get my milk now while he’s there. I walk in and he’s scoping out the snack machine. I ignore him as I usually do and he actually turns around to strike up a conversation. Now I cannot tell you how many times we have been in this exact situation, but have never said a word to the other. And now all of a sudden he is talking to me? Like full sentences????
We continue making small talk. And then I get some water from the water cooler–which is right next to the coffee machine in this little nook. We both head over there and he leans down beside me and says, “That’s a nice dress you’re wearing.” I have to say that once again, I was totally taken aback. So much so that I had to ask him to repeat what he said, “What’s that?” And again, “I just wanted to say thats a really nice dress.”
