Ah me, c'est l'amour
So just for a change, I fell for someone from work. Her name is Lynette, she's a poker dealer, and she's gorgeous. She's not at all my usual type, in one respect, but she's sassy, sweet and delightful, and I am completely helpless around her.
I call her "Pretty" or "Pretty Girl" to her face, when I greet her, and she grins and calls me darling. She went on leave, and when she came back, I said "Hey, Pretty, I missed you!" And she replied, "I missed you too, I was thinking about you!"
I bought her a candy bar as a welcome back present - it's sort of a running joke with us - and she grinned and told me I'm sweet. Then today, she told me that I was her hero, because I'd bought her chocolate, and she ended up doing overtime that night, and she ended up needing the sugar. She said she felt bad cos she was going to share it with me but I went home. I said, I bought you a present, you didnt' have to share it. I said, you get presents cos you're pretty. And she just gave me the biggest, brightest, beaming grin.
I think I might have a shot.
That terrifies me.
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