Monday morning I was having one of “those” days. It was my first day back at boot camp after a week off. I got in my car at 5:30 a.m. and realized that I don’t have my house keys on my keychain. I was so emotionally drained that I actually did not panic. I figured I can wake up my building manager – after I’m done with boot camp – to get the spare keys. I felt bad about waking him up early so I stopped by a coffee shop and got him some coffee and a croissant. I go knock on his door, feeling less guilty about waking him early, and turns out that he’s not home. He’s out of town for couple of days.
It’s 7:30 a.m., I’m drenched in sweat, need to take a shower and I’m locked out. I have an all day meeting that’s supposed to start at 9 a.m. and I can’t be late. So I break into my apartment. (I won’t give too many details on how I did this but let’s just say it was way too easy even for an amateur.)
I finally take a shower, don’t have enough time to style my hair so for the first time in my 2 years at my job I put my hair up in a ponytail. I look semi-decent. Finish doing my makeup in the car (not while driving, only when the light was red). I get to work, go into the conference room and put my stuff down and go get some coffee. I come back and the super-hot-guy who can’t possibly be straight has sat at the chair right next to me.
The last few months I kept noticing this ridiculously hot, stylish, super-fit guy with really nice biceps. On the 1-10 scale, I’d give him about a 9. But since he’s really good looking, dresses nicely, and in really great shape, I figured that the chances of him being straight are pretty low. But I don’t care. It’s nice to have some eye candy. And he’s sitting next to me. Then I find out he’s Russian and I tell him that I speak Russian and he got really excited. We totally had a “moment.” I spent two long days sitting next to my office crush.
It took every ounce of restraint for those two days not to burst into uncontrollable giggles. I have never been on such good behavior around a hot guy.