This is a 180 degree turn-around from yesterday. I took a happy pill. I feel very happy today….;-) Thanks to every one who stopped by and left a message. You guys are really awesome!!!! Now for some more dizziness from Mz Dizz…..
Ok, I know this is very girlish and silly, and I know I should (sometimes) act my age, but today I don’t feel like it. So please don’t read any further if you were expecting anything serious or remotely worthy of my “mature” age (and I use that phrase VERY loosely…)
You know I like a good-looking man. I most certainly have a preference – tall, broad shouldered, strong jaw, nice teeth, good (boney) hands, 6 pack abs, tight arse, and gorgeous legs. Just the right amount of muscle so you know he can …er…do stuff…and nice lips, there’s nothing worse than tiny lips. Full and sensuous. And the eyes – mysterious always does it for me. Oh, I forget, no Blonde’s, thank you very much. Eric Dane look-alikes, basically….See, I don’t ask for much, huh?
At my previous company there was this guy (in management – so off limits) who every single woman drooled over. I never really got to see him properly, so got quite irritated that the girls were carrying on like blarrie bakvissies (schoolgirls) every time he crossed their path. I saw him once and thought – nah, not my cuppa tea.
Then I got up close and personal (not in THAT way, I attended a meeting he was chairing) and ….weeellll, suffice to say I was reduced to bakvissie status. Thank goodness I wasn’t expected to say much. I would have probably been a blithering idiot. I wasn’t able to concentrate much on what he was saying either. I was looking at the eyes and the hands and the lips and…you get the picture….
And since then every time I see this guy, my knees go weak and my
heart hormones jumps in my throat and all of that lovely things. Make me feel like a girl again, you know?
Anyways, so he just started working at my company (what a moerse coincidence, neh?). A friend told me he was back and my
heart hormones sommer went into overdrive.
And then he came to see Big Boss. And he was peering over my cubicle while waiting….and I forgot what I was doing. Brain to mush. Instantly. Hands shaking and als.
Bugger. Can’t he go back to where he came from? I need to work here!!!!
Anyways, my point is….okay, I’m not sure there’s a point here, but just wanted to share this with you…..
Oh, ja, I went to coffee with a guy tjom, and Mr Gigolo 2 walks in (I had a good vantage point) and I almost spilt my lovely cappuccino on my lovely red jersey (I like red). But I was cool as a cucumber. Dunno if he looked at me coz I didn’t look at him. Then ran into him again later (twice in one day? That’s a record).
He was most definitely looking at me. Because I was the only one in the corridor! This is a great one-sided ego boost. *wonders if the hormones will be able to handle all this jumping and starting, it’s too much at our age….*
Ok, I just remembered what my point is – I may find him attractive, but I don’t want to bonk him. I don’t even want to become his friend. He is just eye candy, which just happens to set off all the right signals in my brain, and my…other bits…to reaffirm that I am indeed still a normal woman.
Makes sense? Been there done that? Share…..
Have a fantabulous day!!