i=thwarted
There's a slightly younger girl at work I've sort of been forming a friendship with, who goes to the music school. After having a coffee with her yesterday between my two shifts, and talking about how she can live a life that's truer to herself, she told me today that she had started painting a picture of my face. It is wrong that I sort of love her?
I also kind of want to touch her butt every time I see it. I will control myself somehow. The boredom of my job is leading to a stunning number of inappropriate thoughts, not to mention actual conversations and interactions. It's like high school in there, all these bored, sexually frustrated 20-somethings stuck in one place together for so many tedious hours. I kind of want to make out with or molest at least three of them. One of them is a 21-year-old boy from El Salvador who works in the kitchen, who tried to ask me out before he knew I was married, and who tried to get me to kiss him last week behind the boilers. When I rebuffed him he laughed and claimed 'I just kidding!' I watch him all day across the counter while he's cooking and I'm waiting tables. He kind of looks like an adorable girl while he's back there. But then I see him out of his silly chef clothes and he's actually really buff. He stands there talking to me and I just look at his arms and don't listen to him. It's all so wrong.
There's also a gorgeous, busty, dark-haired, really little Brazilian girl who works back there, who flirts outrageously with everyone, including me. The two of them were both behind the counter at the same time on Friday and I thought I might throw up. I could hardly walk past the line to pick up a plate of food without one of them giving me a look.
Now suddenly another one of the servers - an unhappily married Brazilian guy who has always seemed like one of the only mature people in the place - has started flirting with me, pinching my arms and stuff, and it's all my own fault, after I started an utterly teenage conversation with him about sex last night. Today I said I should never have brought it up, and he was like, 'When you first came here you were all shy and quiet and like this' (and he hunched down like he was being really timid and shy), 'and now you're wild! ...I like it!' Or something to that effect.
Good lord. I'm wild!
I also kind of want to touch her butt every time I see it. I will control myself somehow. The boredom of my job is leading to a stunning number of inappropriate thoughts, not to mention actual conversations and interactions. It's like high school in there, all these bored, sexually frustrated 20-somethings stuck in one place together for so many tedious hours. I kind of want to make out with or molest at least three of them. One of them is a 21-year-old boy from El Salvador who works in the kitchen, who tried to ask me out before he knew I was married, and who tried to get me to kiss him last week behind the boilers. When I rebuffed him he laughed and claimed 'I just kidding!' I watch him all day across the counter while he's cooking and I'm waiting tables. He kind of looks like an adorable girl while he's back there. But then I see him out of his silly chef clothes and he's actually really buff. He stands there talking to me and I just look at his arms and don't listen to him. It's all so wrong.
There's also a gorgeous, busty, dark-haired, really little Brazilian girl who works back there, who flirts outrageously with everyone, including me. The two of them were both behind the counter at the same time on Friday and I thought I might throw up. I could hardly walk past the line to pick up a plate of food without one of them giving me a look.
Now suddenly another one of the servers - an unhappily married Brazilian guy who has always seemed like one of the only mature people in the place - has started flirting with me, pinching my arms and stuff, and it's all my own fault, after I started an utterly teenage conversation with him about sex last night. Today I said I should never have brought it up, and he was like, 'When you first came here you were all shy and quiet and like this' (and he hunched down like he was being really timid and shy), 'and now you're wild! ...I like it!' Or something to that effect.
Good lord. I'm wild!