February 24, 2016
I have a secret crush with too much impossibility to do more than look, knowing nothing will ever come of it. It’s enough to look and daydream without the pain of jealousy or putting myself out there. Just a “hello” keeps me going. Every once in awhile he gives me a look like I’m a bowl of ice cream and it’s his cheat day and those looks might be in my head, but I love them. When I met him he told me I looked like I’m in my mid twenties. That compliment keeps me going. I spent the night trying to convince myself that you don’t date people when you are married and I did so out loud. He separated the same month I did. The way he said he was dating, with his petulant slouch and that look of not being broken . . . It has made the prospect so much more appealing than it was. The daydreams in my head, and looking around for him at the office keep me going. I like the little drops of attention because as much as I love myself, I can also admit I’m starved and in a desert of longing and lust.
February 25, 2016
Mr. Hot (and fun to look at) hasn’t been looking at me. Somehow I am not crushed and I know there will be a moment alone in the hallway or elevator lobby or even the kitchen where my gaze won’t be averted and his voice will lower and he’ll greet me and of course I will again obsess like I’m twelve. The 12 year old me has been a theme for this day. Maybe 14. She actually understood what was hot about a butt.
February 26, 2016
I saw Mr. Hot (and busy and please toss me a bone) a few times today. A couple of times he very specifically averted his gaze from me. He regularly walks past my desk with his face focused only on his phone and the path he walks is so beaten he doesn’t need to look up as the rest of the office parts around him and flows back in his wake. He walked within inches of me and I could have been a ghost as he was on his way to greet one of our Regional Managers for her birthday. I would have joined in but wheat in my belly feels like food poisoning and there was fried chicken, dredged then fried potato wedges, and red velvet cake. At one point as he strolled back to his corner office there was a direct look at my face and a friendly hello as he strolled past my desk. Someone ask for hot melted butter? That was me today.
As I watched him not watch me, I wondered if his ignoring me is intentional. I wondered if he knows how he strokes my puppy belly that craves his attention and he knows playing hard to get makes me obsess that much more. Or maybe he carefully metes out the attention he gives to everyone because I can honestly say he really is a nice person to everyone that works with him. I wondered if maybe he’s not as confident as he looks. Maybe it takes real effort to focus on what he’s going to say and do as he heads to the group he’s about to join. I thought about his subdued laugh, and tried to imagine him in high school. I imagine he wasn’t one of the popular jocks. There’s a slight self consciousness in his laugh and he has a focus that wouldn’t exactly get him invited to parties. It’s a different game in college, naturally, but I think part of him includes the kid that learned to navigate where he didn’t just fit in. And he’s really smart. Smart kids rarely have time or social skills for cliques. In talking about his son, he had a gentleness . . . a sensitivity that was sweet and heart melting. I then had to derail those thoughts because the point of this crush is he’s a non person and it’s only a physical attraction. It’s supposed to be safe in that it won’t go anywhere. That’s the beauty of a one sided infatuation.
Toward the end of the day I was multitasking. I had two tasks on different screens and databases I was working in, and the girls I sit with were discussing camping in tents and RV’s. I was on top of it all and pretty proud of my flexing brain power when he walked into the kitchen. The kitchen is right next to my desk. I’d seen his back and profile all day. I’d seen his head and shoulders above the walls of our cubicles, but glancing over while multitasking I was gifted with a full frontal view and didn’t at any point today imagine how he would look from that direction in a soft and worn t-shirt. I love the lines of his chest in a dress shirt, but in that t-shirt I could see the contrast of the soft material against his solid muscles. I was surprised at how graphic my thoughts became in what I wanted to do in that moment. I once heard a coworker tell me that yoga pants were God’s gift to men. I finally understand that. Every thought in my mind disappeared and I realized Crossfit is God’s gift to me. At that point my mind went blank. There was no thought outside of how much I wanted to touch him and after a minute or two of realizing I had lost all train of thought, I lost it. I couldn’t help it. I erupted into a fit of giggles and decided to just enjoy the moment of becoming a ball of lust and hormones. It took a while for me to calm down and focus, but I got through the day and that moment when I glanced into the kitchen will get me through the weekend.
Copied from Comfort Zones, dated February 26, 2016
I had a moment where my super busy crush opened a door for me and remarked at how much taller I looked today. He didn’t follow it with a comment about it being too tall or say anything negative, but he did notice. In my mind I might have thought that I was still at the perfect height to kiss him but in reality I just said it was the shoes. And there goes that puppy with the belly rubs again. If you’re picturing a puppy piddling all over the place, dial it back a bit. Not that much, but close. It’s nice to know that I’ve grown enough to not fall into easy patterns of behavior because I know I deserve better and I have no need to lower my standards for that puppy dog feeling. Besides, I get normal doses from my crush. He just has no clue. I hope. I can be pretty transparent.
February 27, 2016
He had this confidence when talking to the many people that worked for him. He would practically run around the office, always in a hurry to be on top of everything. His face was often fixed to his phone or he was on a call, pacing the paths around the office that lead along my desk. His amused laugh was my favorite. It was subdued and lit up his eyes.
February 29, 2016
I’ve gotten a few random body language compliments from the man of my sexy day dreams and I find myself looking forward to those interactions because the man giving those Scooby snacks is easy on the eyes. He could actually be a serial killer but I wouldn’t know it because I’m more concerned with his beautiful packaging. I do love that packaging though.
March 2, 2016
Of course leaving this job means I’ll miss spying on Mr. Hot (and busy being in charge). He was out yesterday and when he came in this afternoon and I heard his voice, my mind was drawn to him and all hope of remembering what I was in the middle of was gone. There wasn’t a hello and that’s okay. I’m torn right now. On one hand, every excuse I gave myself to never intentionally flirt with him is gone. I’m not going to be working with him. At the same time, I wonder if it was divine intervention that would remove me from a huge mistake that I really wanted to make. I still want to make it. This was my very first crush since I met my husband in 2000 because I was a faithful wife. This was a combination of butterflies in my stomach and the raging ideas of a horny teenaged boy. I don’t know his moods and much about his personality but I seem to have a fine tuned ear for his voice, and I love the way he looks in a suit. Or jeans. Or a t-shirt worn into softness and nearly threadbare. If anything, daydreaming about him has helped me let go of the man who quit on me almost a year ago. Does that make him my rebound and I can skip all of that sordid messiness?
March 2, 2016, post script
For a while I kept fantasizing what I would say to Mr. Hot (and doesn’t wear an undershirt and I love that) if we ever got stuck in the elevator. Today we ended up in the same elevator after work for the first time. My mind was in overdrive as I kept thinking of the naughty ride in my head, but we were a party of three that turned into too many in the end. The ride was uneventful, except for the looks of unspoken thoughts exchanged. It felt like there was a lot to be said between us, but we couldn’t speak with our audience. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but I will hold on to that. It’s mine and it is also pretty epic.
Revisiting an obsession . . .
March 4, 2016
My short lived fear of looking for validation in relationships was eased when I realized that even with Mr. He’s Hot (and I’m bothered), I was still at least trying to be professional. And even then, it was a physical longing that I only allowed in his direction and mainly in my head. I really tried to keep my thoughts pure because anything that wasn’t would make me giggle because being a 12 year old can be fun.
Sometime after March 4, 2016
In the last week or so when he was a short walk from me, there was one day that he ran several meetings, back to back. I walked past the conference room and I could see it was an important meeting. It wasn’t in something I saw in the people listening to him but in his posture. I spent a few weeks watching him so closely that this was different. He had the same command of the room as usual. He didn’t have the look of boredom, or rapt attention like I’ve seen many times. He has an expressive face and his passion for what he does is often on it. It was a look of weariness, and a look of determination. I could tell from the random looks in my direction that he was doing the best he could to get through his day and it wasn’t something he enjoyed. (I enjoyed him being in a place I could easily justify walking past.) I could see a look I’ve had on my face when I was so busy being something for everyone else that I forgot to eat or take care of my needs. The look on his face told me tough decisions were made and whether or not they were all his decisions, he was taking responsibility for them, and the weight of it was on his shoulders in a way that he was trying to protect those he was talking to.
There was an unforgettable look on his face the last time I saw him. It was a hesitancy and a shy smile. It was a moment of seeing uncertainty which I had rarely seen on him. It was almost like the final goodbye I had been preparing for was sudden and unfortunate to him. It was a moment where I tried to memorize his smile, and the way his left eye squints a bit. I tried to memorize his laugh lines and slight dimples. His was a jawline I wanted to touch many times and being a hugger, it was a sad moment to know that was my last chance and I didn’t have the boldness to take it. I had spent a few days trying to convince myself that leaving was the best thing for me, and the rest of the elevator ride, and sitting in my car before heading home, I was suddenly so unsure of that and dreaded never seeing him again but it was tempered by the thought that the last time I saw him was almost a private show. At the end of the day, he’s so much greater in my head than any of our interactions could justify.