If anyone has seen the movie Lost In Translation, it would be a good starting point. A few years ago when I started working at the place I'm at now, a co-worker (one who worked in a different department and floor than mine) and I became sort of chat buddies. He'd come up for something and he and I would talk, mostly about music and other things like that. I developed a bit of a crush on him, and whenever I would mention him to friends I'd refer to him as "my Bob Harris", as in Bill Murray's character in LIT. He and I joke a lot- I'm kind of sarcastically cute/bitchy to him and he eats it up, etc., but we can have good talks, too - example, about a year ago I was complaining about my lack of love life and why I'm single and he said, "I can't see where there's anything wrong with you". He also knows he can say stuff to me (and vice versa) that would get either of us slapped with a sexual harrassment suit were we to say it to anyone else (nothing too bad, but bad enough ). Anyway, the fact that he's older (45-ish), we sort of worked together and it was a silly little girl crush anyhow made sure it never really amounted to anything I ever really gave much thought to. Until now.
About 3 weeks ago I started a new position on his floor. He and I aren't working closely (the most I would need from him would be an occasional file and he's all the way around on the other side), but almost every day since I started we've bumped into each other (sometimes it's not all "by chance"), and on the days when we haven't talked I admit to feeling a bit let down. I hadn't really thought that working on the same floor with him would have an effect on me, but it has, in part thanks to a friend of mine saying the other week, "I think you and he would be good together, you seem to really click well." Of course since she said that he's been all I can think about, and go to work hoping for nothing but at least one talk or run-in with him. It's sad, I know, but I can't help it.
I have my other two friends at work also teasing me about him and they told me that when he was up on my old floor the other day they asked (innocently, and not for reasons of trying to hook us up, of course) when he'd be at his bar next (sometimes he goes and does karaoke) and he said next Tuesday, so of course they made sure to tell me they were going and that they were going to take me along. Up until that point I was being very adamant about the entire thing - "He's older, I work with him, this is a bad idea"- but now I really want to go.
I think I amuse him to an extent and I certainly try and flirt but don't go too far or try not to be too obvious. I even feel like the luststruck little girl writing all of this out, but I need to vent. He's just a really cool, cute guy who happens to be nine years younger than my dad and who loves himself some rock and roll (and wants to beat up Eminem, yet another reason why I'm so endeared to him ).
Last week when I told him of my lavalife experiment a few years back and the types of people that were out there (in my neck of the woods there are a lot of "good ole boys" who wear the trucker hats, love them some country livin' and Kid Rock ) he said rather matter of factly, "You like the classic rocker guys, though, don't you". So now I'm wondering if he's putting out the feelers? Because I certainly would not be opposed to it. And P.S., he's not married and is single as far as I know of.
So, to reinerate, my ass is in trouble.
, here's the deal:
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part two,...thank you.
