I promised my hot coworkers I’d never post pics of them on the interweb, I’m afraid.
On another note, in my scurrilous past, I was team leader of a group of six young data entry women.
Being the consummate professional, I only banged two of them and cybered another. The other three didn’t come on to me, so they escaped my clutches, and furthermore one of them was ugly.
Being a woman who is into mangeeks and works in a tech field must give you so much power!
Anyhow, I write video games, and while programmers are almost exclusively male, there are fairly often female artists, and sometimes designers, not to mention HR people, etc. There was an artists who worked here who wasn’t so much hot (although she was certainly cute) as she was just, uhh, vibrant. She seemed to always be smiling and energetic and full of zest, and I just kind of enjoyed being around her. Sadly, she was married.
You need to talk them into being team players. Also, you’re not posting them on the interweb, you’re posting it on the Internets!
Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig difference.
There are many attractive women at my work. They have this distressing habit of being married. 
Pay for her grad school education.
Better yet, I need another EA.
Situation: Me a lonely teacher in a town I have just moved into. I know few people here.
Potential hottie: French teacher in superb shape, very friendly to me, great sense of humour, blonde…and did I mention she speaks french?
Oh yeah the best part is she is married! I still get revved up when I see her though!
I work at a mall. Half my day is spent debating how old the last hottie that walked by was, and if I should feel guilty for looking.
I swear, when I was in high school (I’m 22 now) girls did not come in those levels of hotness.
I wish!
I am far too happy to be able to say… NO!
No awkwardness, no odd glances, no weird moments. Nope.
Work’s hard enough as it is - I honestly don’t think I’d be able to live with needing to look nice there as well.
Nothing but hags, I’m afraid, but at least it’s not distracting. At my last job there were many visual delights, including one very shapely lady who came to work on Hallowe’en dressed as a belly dancer. Holy crap, was she sexy!
Hi!
Oh wait. Are you male?
Oh I shouldn’t be in this thread. As the destruction caused by such feelings.
Yes, he makes my knees weak. He is beautiful. Even with all the trouble it has caused, he is devastating. So devastating that a co-worker went on a tangent last week about how incredibly hot his hotness is. I had to sit there and know that she didn’t know the half of it, and sadly, I do know the half of it and will never know the other half.
But yes. I know the feeling. Too well.
We have a Migrant Ed. department where I work that has a secretary who is absolutely gorgeous. She is originally from Mexico and is a naturalized US citizen. She’s about 5 ft 6 with dark brown, straight hair that stops just above her shoulders, very large, but well proportioned chest, and a sleight Mexican accent that makes her voice sound incredibly sexy. She is also about 8 years older than me. She is probably the single biggest reason why I’ve started enjoying the look of Latin women of late because she just radiates beauty. Luckily she relies on me for her technical support and is still learning much about her computer so she calls me a lot with questions. Funny thing though… She knows I am married, and I know she has an SN (common law marriage) yet she still calls me up out of the blue to have lunch with her and sometimes asks me questions like, “So how is your marriage going?”
Over at our Tech-Ed Center, there are several instructors and secretaries there that are absolute hotties. Some are around my age, but several are younger than me.
Damn. Until that grand-kid line, I was hoping you were talking about me.
No, there are only three women in my office, and the one under 40 is only 25 and has a boyfriend who is 6’6" and athletic. My self preservation instinct seems to trump my procreation instinct.
My boss. He looks half his age, which is to say, he looks like he’s about my age. I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. I HAVE A BOYFRIEND.
On the plus side, I get home and realize how incredibly good-looking my boyfriend is and completely forget about my boss. 
~Tasha
Not now (I work with 16 women and three men, one of whom is 60, one of whom is gay, and one of whom is (a) girlfriended and (b) totally not my type).
But in the past, when I was married, I worked with this project manager that I was totally fixated on. he was so dreamy … sigh … I’d sit in meetings and have raunchy daydreams as I gazed at his pretty eyelashes and hope that nobody knew what I was thinking about.
The kicker is that if I hadn’t been married, something probably would have happened. But then he became friends with my husband. And now I have no husband, but the dreamy project manager has moved across the country … sigh. It’s probably for the best, anyway.
There has almost always been at least one unrequited lust towards someone in my class or workplace, since I have been old enough to notice girly-bits. Nothing almost ever comes from it, and it’s been about two-plus decades since that almost came into play. All I do is gaze (trying to avoid drifting into leering), hopefully inconspicuously, and dream dirty dreams.
Nope, none for me. At least not since they removed all the mirrors.
I am the hottest person in my workplace.
Of course, I work from home, alone.
He just became the manager, actually. Tall, skinny, cute in that nerdy way, with a very long goatee. I wouldn’t have such a crush on him if it weren’t for how he’d trained me: standing right behind me, very calmly and quietly telling me what to do. It was… inspiring.