Damn. I missed a golden opportunity for some hot chat with my sexy boss today. Who is actually my ex-boss since they shuffled our teams a while back. So I can date him now and it’s not prohibited. So it’s the end of the day today and he’s walking out and I’m heading back to my desk to pick up my stuff, and he’s buttoning a button on his shirt (third from the top). As he’s passing out the doorway he says "I was half-naked all day and you didn’t even notice."
Ee-yow. Normally I’d have about a half-dozen responses to that, each flirtier than the next. This time, however, the flirtational portion of my brain shut right down and didn’t start back up again until it he was gone and it was far too late. Of course as soon as he’s out of range it occurs to me to respond with something about how I wasn’t wearing underwear, which would’ve had the extra advantage of being true since as it happened I wasn’t wearing underwear! And there’s just no way to get back to that place the next morning after so much time has passed.
The flirt part of your brain didn’t shut down. You just trained it not to respond in those situations as a knee jerk reaction because this guy was previously your boss.
The sane part of your brain took over. Don’t shit where you eat. If this person continues to work in close proximity to you, regardless of the changes in hierachy, your best course of action is to, if necessary, get a life and date someone outside of work.
Nope, that’s not it, because when he told me that I was moved to a different team he said “do you know what that means?” and my immediate response was “we can date?” so yeah, no.
Not a problem. Tomorrow when you see him at work, tell him that you’ve been looking and looking at him, and that you’re bitterly disappointed that he’s fully dressed now.
If that doesn’t work, then tell him about the underwear.
Oh, c’mon, folks! Our dear friend Otto clearly needs his pump primed (Is that what the kids are calling it these days?) with flirtatious rejoinders.
Offer up some pre-packaged replies, so he won’t/will be caught with his pants down next time! “It’s called ‘awed silence’.”
“Oh, but in my mind’s eye, you’re always wearing much less!”
I figured you were going to a wedding – because in my book, you were overdressed."
Please, for the love of -well- love. Otto eroticism obviously isn’t doing it for him!
Nah. I’d just wait 'til the end of business today and, as he’s just leaving, say, “You know, I wasn’t wearing underwear all day and you didn’t even notice.”
Takes care of the lost time for being the same accusation, at the same time of day, lobbed back at him. It comes off looking intentional and puts you back in “that place.”
OK, I’m back on form. Sexboss was wandering around with this bendy toy rabbit thing which he handed off to me. I guess he’s really attached to this rabbit because he came over several times to check on it. So at lunch I went out to my car and grabbed my chicken puppet. When he noticed the puppet (as I knew he would), he came over to inquire about it. I said “I know you’re worried about your rabbit so I wanted to offer up an exchange. I thought you might feel better about letting me hold on to your bunny if I let you hold on to my cock.”
