not that it matters, but...

When I first started my job I had a massive crush on one of my co-workers. It was bad. And embarassing because for the first few months that I worked there I didn't really talk to anyone at my job except for the people on my project. I was pretty much resigned to being friends with the controlling lady on my team, who I should have realized wasn't even liked by my boss. I mean I just thought that she was cool for giving me tips on playing solitaire because she played it all the time.

I should have known better.

Luckily the holiday party happened and I started talking to more of the people. I mean there were other people that I chit-chatted with, but nobody that was young enough.

Anyway soon I was talking to Big Office Crush. Nothing outstanding in the sense that we were becoming best friends, but you know a 'hey.' I LIVED for those heys. Let me tell you. I would plan my day around how many times I could walk by his office to get a hey. Or how many times I could invite hime outside for a smoke, or have him invite me outside for a smoke.

I lived for those smokes. I was seriously fucking smitten.

I decided to move on because, well, it was the good thing to do because it was moving from good office crush to emotional or whatnot. I did. I mean I still thought he was cute and adorable. Because not only is BOC cute, he is the best flirter ever, though I don't think he knows that he is. He also doesn't realize how smokin' hot he is either. I thought at first he was being modest but Krazy Ko-worker was all, no, seriously he doesn't think he's good looking. Tragic.

I moved my affections on to the disease TB, and BOC moved offices to around the corner.

It's BOC's birthday on Sunday. He had his party slash massive happy-hour last night. I think it shows how far I've moved on when I was like, well I guess I'll go for the first section of the happy hour but not the $20 for 3 hours of alcohol at the club. And let me just say that it's not rail. So there McFadden's!!!

I started at the happy hour and BOC was surrounded by his harem of lady co-workers. It's crazy that they are all female. And pretty much all of them are attractive. i seriously wasn't going to go, but then CHC was all, let's go. Granted after 3 G&T's, but still.

CHC was in rare form last night. She was fucking hilarious. She has this funny obsession with saying that someone has licked their teeth at her. Especially lesbians. Yeah. I don't know. But last night one of COB's co-workers was an obvious trendy butch-dyke and CHC was all, let's make her want us and make her think we're lesbians so she insisted on linking arms whilst walking towards the club. She's fucking mental, but I love her. She also sat down with a group of boys for like an hour after we got there and I finally pulled her away. She was all, Thank YOU, I couldn't think of what to say to get away. She totally should have sat down with the young David Beckham look alike with his girlfriend.

I digress. I can fill more fun stories later.

The main point is that last night BOC was very, very, friendly and hands-y and it was awesome. Like the constant arm around the shoulder and hugs. It was fucking awesome, but probably a good thing that I don't have a crush on him because I would have died.

But he's still sooo fucking attractive that to have him be hands-y is still hot.

Sigh.