Incoherant over Hot Boy
Fed Ex's sexiest driver Jeff is making me incoherant. He's hefting these huge 50 pound boxes one after the other into his truck by himself, and stops to arch his back and say to me,
"Man, it's a bad day for a backache."
His forearms and biceps and everything are just flexing and the hair on his forearms is golden and shimmery in the sunlight. He smiles at me, fluttering long eyelashes with those golden hazel brown eyes and those precious dimples and my internal organs turn into liquid.
"I'm sorry your back is sore..." I offer feebly. I just glad my lips formed actual words in grammatically correct succession.
As he's rubbing his lower back and looking at me my brain kicks in and suddenly I burst out...
"Don't you have one of those back support thingies, you know, to wear around your waist..."
He slides his hands in front over his trim waistline and says "Yeah, Matt's ordering one for me today..."
"oh, good." I say, and then he picks up another box, I panic because I feel like the longer I go without saying something, the more awkward I look, but I can't *think* of anything to say while his muscles are all bulging as he lifts the box. I pretend to be just so busy and run back inside. OH MY GOD I AM SUCH A FUCKING DORK. JESUS.
I think of a reason to come back out. I have two packages of tiny Jelly Belly samples in my pocket. We're doing a rack for them so we have a ton of samples. As I'm outside imagining I have something to say to my warehouse guy, I walk up to *~*~Jeff*~*~*~, thrust the Jelly Bellys at him and say, "These won't help your back, but it's a lil something..." He takes them a bit incredulously and thanks me.
He looked confused. I gave him CANDY FOR FUCKS SAKE. What, am I fucking 7 years old???? FUCK! Should I give his friend a note to give his brother to give him that says " i lieke yoo, doo yoo lieke me check YES/NO "???!?!?! OH MY GOD I AM SUCH A FUCKING DORK!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD IS HE TOO FUCKING HAWT!!! OH MY GOD I AM SOSSSSOOOOOO STUPID!!!!!!!!
Ok, so he does have the beginnings of a little bald spot in the back in the midst of the magical golden locks. But you know what they say about bald men and their sex drives. For some reason it makes me even MORE insane with burning lust for him.
As he leaned in to take the Stupidcandy, I caught a whiff of his sweaty man smell. He's been working Hard All Day. All muscular and dirty and sweaty. I love a dirty, filthy boy sometimes. With those dirty hands. Sweat beading up on the back of his neck. Trickling down his back. All thos e muscles flexing. I'll bet he'd love a nice massage and a hot bath.
OMG my brain is on FIRE. HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!! =:O :O :O ~~~~~~~~~~
"Man, it's a bad day for a backache."
His forearms and biceps and everything are just flexing and the hair on his forearms is golden and shimmery in the sunlight. He smiles at me, fluttering long eyelashes with those golden hazel brown eyes and those precious dimples and my internal organs turn into liquid.
"I'm sorry your back is sore..." I offer feebly. I just glad my lips formed actual words in grammatically correct succession.
As he's rubbing his lower back and looking at me my brain kicks in and suddenly I burst out...
"Don't you have one of those back support thingies, you know, to wear around your waist..."
He slides his hands in front over his trim waistline and says "Yeah, Matt's ordering one for me today..."
"oh, good." I say, and then he picks up another box, I panic because I feel like the longer I go without saying something, the more awkward I look, but I can't *think* of anything to say while his muscles are all bulging as he lifts the box. I pretend to be just so busy and run back inside. OH MY GOD I AM SUCH A FUCKING DORK. JESUS.
I think of a reason to come back out. I have two packages of tiny Jelly Belly samples in my pocket. We're doing a rack for them so we have a ton of samples. As I'm outside imagining I have something to say to my warehouse guy, I walk up to *~*~Jeff*~*~*~, thrust the Jelly Bellys at him and say, "These won't help your back, but it's a lil something..." He takes them a bit incredulously and thanks me.
He looked confused. I gave him CANDY FOR FUCKS SAKE. What, am I fucking 7 years old???? FUCK! Should I give his friend a note to give his brother to give him that says " i lieke yoo, doo yoo lieke me check YES/NO "???!?!?! OH MY GOD I AM SUCH A FUCKING DORK!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD IS HE TOO FUCKING HAWT!!! OH MY GOD I AM SOSSSSOOOOOO STUPID!!!!!!!!
Ok, so he does have the beginnings of a little bald spot in the back in the midst of the magical golden locks. But you know what they say about bald men and their sex drives. For some reason it makes me even MORE insane with burning lust for him.
As he leaned in to take the Stupidcandy, I caught a whiff of his sweaty man smell. He's been working Hard All Day. All muscular and dirty and sweaty. I love a dirty, filthy boy sometimes. With those dirty hands. Sweat beading up on the back of his neck. Trickling down his back. All thos e muscles flexing. I'll bet he'd love a nice massage and a hot bath.
OMG my brain is on FIRE. HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!! =:O :O :O ~~~~~~~~~~