WARNING: This Entry May Cause *face/palm*
Ok.. so there is this guy at work that looks like a very young version of Weird Al. In fact, the only other thing that separates they way they look alike besides age is the fact that this mini-me version keeps his slightly darker hair right at his shoulders. So anyway.. "mini-Al" (what he will now be referred to as) seems to have suddenly taken an interest in me. This sparks daily entertainment for me. (I will be sad next week when I go into training again and I am no longer on the floor.)
Last week, we ran into each other in the break-room/kitchen area. We made small talk. he complimented my outfit that day. I wasn't wearing anything*really* special. Just a plain black skirt and shirt (which he kept staring at my nearly non-existent cleavage in), my new jacket of goth-girl awesomeness and my normal everyday boots. But he seemed to be struggling to find conversation, which I kinda appreciated, honestly. He asked if I was comfortable in what I was wearing and then stated that he was not comfortable with what he was wearing at all.
And here is the important part of setting the stage for this story. He was wearing a rather tight-fitting short-sleeved collard shirt. He wears about a medium I would say, just by looking at him. His chest is actually quite tone for his size and he has nice arms. Not large but still not bad.
He was saying the he noticed his hands were getting tingly while typing. So.. being the girl I am, I reached over to feel the seam on his sleeve and check it like I would check my dog's collar for size. And he flexed.. and he kept flexing and then started talking about how he was working out. I swear I should get an Oscar for managing to maintain a serious expression on my face, nodding as he told me his woes of having muscles. (Which he obviously liked showing off.) After that, I checked my phone for the time and flashed him a smile saying I had to get back to work but it was good seeing him again. (I did snicker all the way back to my desk however.)
Then there was yesterday. And really I should thank him because there was some personal stuff that had went on and I was not in the happiest of moods when he came to my desk to say hello. I stood to give him a brief hug in greeting, because I am like that and dont care how "unprofessional" it may seem. I do ask first.. well the very first time anyway. After that, I am like a vampire who has been given permission to enter ones home.
Anyway, as I was sitting down, he noticed my Tokidoki planner. (The link is VERY important for this story as one must actually SEE what I am talking about.) Please look at front cover AND back before reading further.
~waits~
Done? Ok. I shall continue.
He pointed at it and asked me if it was Japanese art and I was like "yeah" and handed it to him to look at. He gazed at the front cover saying how it was "so busy, so colorful, so not American" and that's why he liked it.
"Well, there IS American on it too.." and I took it from him, flipping it to show him the back cover.
His eyebrows shot up and he said "Whoa. That's hot. Even though it's just a drawing, its still getting me excited."
And I still do not know exactly why I did this, but my instant reaction was to look down and then just as quickly look away from his obvious uh.. excitement. Yes. He was actually getting a boner. And I would be lying if I said that obvious realization did not phase me in the least. Hell yes it phased me. I blushed, embarrassed that I actually looked and laughed at him after turning away. After that, he excused himself saying he was going to go get something to drink and "take care of things" (complete with making the obligatory jerking-off motion) and said "see you later".
It was at this moment that I decided I would write about my encounters with mini-Al. My journal needs a bit of humor and I can't just make stuff like this up.
Last week, we ran into each other in the break-room/kitchen area. We made small talk. he complimented my outfit that day. I wasn't wearing anything*really* special. Just a plain black skirt and shirt (which he kept staring at my nearly non-existent cleavage in), my new jacket of goth-girl awesomeness and my normal everyday boots. But he seemed to be struggling to find conversation, which I kinda appreciated, honestly. He asked if I was comfortable in what I was wearing and then stated that he was not comfortable with what he was wearing at all.
And here is the important part of setting the stage for this story. He was wearing a rather tight-fitting short-sleeved collard shirt. He wears about a medium I would say, just by looking at him. His chest is actually quite tone for his size and he has nice arms. Not large but still not bad.
He was saying the he noticed his hands were getting tingly while typing. So.. being the girl I am, I reached over to feel the seam on his sleeve and check it like I would check my dog's collar for size. And he flexed.. and he kept flexing and then started talking about how he was working out. I swear I should get an Oscar for managing to maintain a serious expression on my face, nodding as he told me his woes of having muscles. (Which he obviously liked showing off.) After that, I checked my phone for the time and flashed him a smile saying I had to get back to work but it was good seeing him again. (I did snicker all the way back to my desk however.)
Then there was yesterday. And really I should thank him because there was some personal stuff that had went on and I was not in the happiest of moods when he came to my desk to say hello. I stood to give him a brief hug in greeting, because I am like that and dont care how "unprofessional" it may seem. I do ask first.. well the very first time anyway. After that, I am like a vampire who has been given permission to enter ones home.
Anyway, as I was sitting down, he noticed my Tokidoki planner. (The link is VERY important for this story as one must actually SEE what I am talking about.) Please look at front cover AND back before reading further.
~waits~
Done? Ok. I shall continue.
He pointed at it and asked me if it was Japanese art and I was like "yeah" and handed it to him to look at. He gazed at the front cover saying how it was "so busy, so colorful, so not American" and that's why he liked it.
"Well, there IS American on it too.." and I took it from him, flipping it to show him the back cover.
His eyebrows shot up and he said "Whoa. That's hot. Even though it's just a drawing, its still getting me excited."
And I still do not know exactly why I did this, but my instant reaction was to look down and then just as quickly look away from his obvious uh.. excitement. Yes. He was actually getting a boner. And I would be lying if I said that obvious realization did not phase me in the least. Hell yes it phased me. I blushed, embarrassed that I actually looked and laughed at him after turning away. After that, he excused himself saying he was going to go get something to drink and "take care of things" (complete with making the obligatory jerking-off motion) and said "see you later".
It was at this moment that I decided I would write about my encounters with mini-Al. My journal needs a bit of humor and I can't just make stuff like this up.