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There’s a very petite Filipino woman at work who makes me feel warm all over. She is not the most attractive woman I’ve met, but she’s petite, and the way she makes her skirts swing when she walks is just… mesmerizing. She’s a very down to earth person (i.e. doesn’t flirt much at all) and has a very good sense of fashion, and somehow that just makes her that much more desirable.
Vlad/Igor
Cute, Hispanic, liberal, vegan, short-haired. Santa got my letter this year, it seems. He just forgot to send Cupid with the arrows and such.
Well, it looks as if I’ll be moving to NoVa around May, so you have five months and change to either (a) get engaged or (b) dump him. Get crackin’. 
I haven’t seen an ugly woman in ten years. I can’t comment.
LOL! We’ll see…
Keep me posted on your move – I’m sure I could arrange a “Welcome Back” Dopefest or somethin’. 
She’s an awkward ectomorph, pushing 5’10", with adorable glasses, choppy brown hair (very Tina Fey’ish in general), shy smile, and a personality straight out of a small town in the 1950’s - innocent and unspoiled. That’s like catnip to me.
You know what’s really nice about the hottie who works in my building, and for whom I make excuses to visit in person when I could conduct my business with her over the phone 90-100% of the time, but whom I visit because she’s a sultry-looking brunette frequently displaying cleavage and tasty-looking legs?
That I get frequent reminders of what a total airheaded self-centered toxic bitch she is, which comforts me about all the hotties I dont have an excuse to visit once or twice a week. Maybe they’re all total bitches, too. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Why don’t you ask her out?
He would, but every time he smells her, he’s overcome by the urge to roll around and frolic on the floor. It makes for an awkward conversation starter.
Because I’m married.
Oh hell yes! From my first day in the place 3 years ago.
Wish I could say more but there’s a couple of former staff who read the dope from time to time, I know they’d love it if theyworked out who it was exactly.
There’s a woman at my job who looks so much like my wife that I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not o.k. for me to hug and kiss her. :o
Well, I’m married now and this was at least 15 years ago, but there was this one guy I worked with who had me fantasizing about throwing him on the board room table and rolling all over him like a dog on something stinky. (Now that is one great run-on sentence. Just remembering him has that effect on me!)
He had this sexy Clark Kent thing going complete with the horn rimmed glasses, pin striped suits, perfectly starched shirts, silky ties and wing tips. Oh, did I mention he was tall, dark and handsome? Brown eyes like melted chocolate with gold flecks and uh, (is it getting warm in here?) a square jawline and dimples! Aw, jeez!
I did everything but jump up and down like a doggie on adoption day at the pound to get his attention. But, alas, I didn’t float his boat. Once, in desperation, I came up with a plan…I invested in a fabulously tailored dress that looked very demure, but when I leaned over I showed some pretty serious cleavage. Underneath I wore a whispy, lacy, black bra and I’m not ashamed to tell this, I “accidentally” dropped my pen and bent over… Well, I wanted him to see my underwear. I guess I thought it might make him “think.”
Well, either I didn’t do it for him or he was due for a stronger prescription in those glasses.
At least I tried.
Hope this thread isn’t too old to bump. I meant to add to it and then got busy…
My boss is my work crush. He’s completely not my type, but something about him just makes me swoon. He’s very flirty with me, so I think it goes both ways.
So, what fuels the crush? He’s smart, funny and handsome. He stands/sits close when we talk or when he’s showing me how to do something. He’s a mentor as much as a boss (nothing’s sexier than being taught how to do something). And he smells good–not from cologne, it’s all pheromones, baby!
But the downside is that we’re both married. Sigh.
Is it Monday yet? Can’t wait to go back to work…
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DOUBLE TEAM!
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Seriously though, that sounds like unbearable hotness.
Me, I’m currently crushing hard-score on my Spanish professor. He’s brilliant, he dresses well, he’s sensitive, well-traveled, possesses a hilariously dry sense of humor – and of course, speaks Spanish with a soft and intelligent British accent. faints
My mentor. He toys with me mercilessly so I pretty much swore him off. He’s been coming around again lately but I haven’t really paid him much attention. We don’t want the same things out of life, anyway.
Plus people started talking which made me nervous. Lawyers are never a good idea…you’d think I’d have learned that lesson years ago.
The man who sits behind me at work makes me fluttery in ways I haven’t been since my freshman year of high school. He is older than me but we have so much in common. We have similar political views and we email each other interesting news stories that we find during our down time. We both had the same major in college and we both started our jobs with this company at about the same time. Every sunday morning he puts the funnies on my desk so when I walk in I can read them before my shift starts, which makes my stomach flip and my knees weak to know that he is thinking of me before I even show up for work. I don’t dare tell him how I feel because I don’t want to make things uncomfortable at work, but if you are reading this, you work in the auto insurance industry and you recognize this post to be about you please know that if you are at all interested I would be more than willing to put into practice the fantasies I come up with to keep myself entertained on slow days at the office.
I hope so but I dont know yet.
If I were gay, I’d be all over my boss. He’s a good-lookin’ and down-to-earth dude.
(Update: Got the girl I mentioned earlier’s number. Not in a romantic context, granted, but it’s good enough to give myself a little pat on the back.)
I’ve mentioned this before but I’ll have to say it again because it vexes me.
I work with a pair of very cute 23-year-old identical twins, one of whom is an outrageous flirt.
I’m married and wouldn’t be interesting to either of them, and furthermore both of them are in steady relationships.
But a chap can dream, can’t he? Can’t he?
It should be against the law to employ identical hotties in a gentleman’s office.
Not fair.
Not fair at all.