He’s gorgeous, 6’5" and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. The desks and chairs are at exactly the right height so that his ass is just at eye level as he’s walking around on the call floor. He wears fairly tight jeans and has this habit of leaning over one’s desk when he speaks, so when he talks to the guy next to me…oh my.
Now he’s leaned over a couple of desks away, with his fingers hooked in the back of his waistband, stroking with his thumb…
::: pours icewater down Otto’s pants :::
Get back to work, mister!
Just remember, drooling on the boss could be considered a form of sexual harrassment.
In a reverse-gender move, we shall now rewind back to…lessee, it was mid-1999. I had been working as Operations Manager for a hi-rise in the Loop. Those of you that know the area, if you rode a train into Union Station, I was in the building right upstairs.
For the last 4-plus years, I had been suffering working for the single most inept/arrogant pair of jerks masquerading as General Managers in the entire world of Chicago Real Estate. (Bus Guy looks around nervously, wondering if either of those two are secret Dopers…) Finally, within the space of a couple months, they’re both replaced. The Supreme Cheese with the roomy corner office is replaced by a nice, genial kind of fella from, I believe The Moon. Nice, a bit clueless and let me do my job and stay out of his way.
The Property Manager is replaced by a tall, lovely blonde woman. :: pitter-patter :: 
Forget smart and capable - those are givens, especially in light of the drunken twit she replaced. But drop dead beautiful, and she could make a boring, professional blue dress look like it walked out of a catalog. ::deep sigh::
Then, a mere three months later, I get the Offer I Cannot Possibly Refuse and leave that job. I gave her my 2-week notice when we were alone in the office early one morning, and she HUGGED me and she was crying just enough to really, really almost, nearly make me think about just maybe possibly having the stones to explain to my wife why I wasn’t leaving there after all.
If I close my eyes, I can still see her legs in that blue dress…
According to the sniggering masses, he’s gay, so maybe he’d be into the drool. Maybe the bending over and absent-minded thumbstroking are signals. Maybe he’s into me!
Maybe. But gay or straight, starting a relationship (sexual or otherwise) with your boss is dangerous territory… proceed with caution.
I won’t touch that one.
As Queen Victoria once said to her gay son, Queen Buddy, “Just close your eyes and think of Jackie Gleason naked.”
+1. Thou shalt not dip thy pen in the company ink. Especially someone you work with directly, and ESPECIALLY someone who reports to you or to whom you report.
Yep, fishing from the company pier is sooo last century.
But, as the old saying goes, just 'cause I’m on a diet doesn’t mean I can’t look at the menu.
As my dear old fairy godfather Alan always told me, “don’t get your honey where you get your money.”
My former director (openly gay) once caught up to me in the hallway and commented how much he enjoyed following me down the hallway. :eek:
In mocked shock and outrage I threatened to sue him and the company for sexual harrassment. He suggested it was a good idea and that we should split the money. :dubious:
N.B.: Yes, he was aware that I’m straight and that I would find his comments funny and not threatening in any way.
That reminds me of something Yoko Ono once said to RuPaul in a cafe’ in Tikrit: “Oh the service is terrible. But the waiter’s terrific.” 
Cite? I’ll take photographic evidence.
My boss, with whom I have more of a friendship than I should [ but completely hands off! ] {and besides, that’s a whole 'nother subject} has no idea (I think 
) that I find him incredibly hot and savor each and every chance I get to watch him walking around the office. He’s a self-deprecating fellow who gently mocks his own appearance anyway, so he might indeed be surprised at the level of my lustful response to his physical presence.
Recently he commented, in the completely business context of my trying to get a particular item of work completed, “I’ll try not to distract you.” I actually had to pause for a moment in his doorway to get my mouth under control and resist bursting out with an incredulous laugh and a “Way too late for that!”
:: Keeping my irony to myself but enjoying the view at every opportunity ::
Go fish.
He just dropped by to remind me that it’s time for my break. He was carrying a small red notebook so I made a joke about it being Mao’s little Red Book. Not only did he know what that was, he thought the joke was funny. Turns out he was a Poli Sci major at one of the Cal States with an emphasis on Socialism.
Hot, leftie and gets my sense of humor. This could veer out of casual lust territory and square into Crushtown.
? What in the heck does that mean?
I wasn’t sure either and I was there. And would you believe that those two stuck me with the tip?
I dunno, but I just got a great inspiration for a Baghdad Cafe revival…
Remember the “hamburger rule”: don’t get your meat at the same place you get your bread.
Although, from the thread title I was undecided whether the solution would be “cold shower” or “Beano.”
You are truly being unfair by not giving us photographic evidence. We do need a visual to gauge hotness level and of course to check for any visible gay clues. I’m always happy to help. 