It's probably not that unusual that at midlife the kiddo-puppy-pseudo-love-current, or however you'd call that, a.k.a. kilig becomes alive on certain occasions. It surprises me and makes me feel weird. It amuses me. Really.
I'm new at work. So it's normal that you develop impressions to some new acquaintances. There goes. At least one among those new faces enters your attention span. Probably he dresses nicely, he communicates good, he looks kind and accomodating, he is that man that fits the depiction of being attractive. In a statement, he looks smart and is presentable enough.
It isn't that feeling of you wanting to go chase after him and go get him. But it can't be helped that he affects you in the littlest nice way. Office inspiration, we can put it that way.
Every week, I really mean at least once a week, we get to have this close encounter and I am ALWAYS caught offguard. And yes because I'm so-called guilty, I get too conscious. And it's seriously hilarious. It's outrageous!
First week. First day, I was introduced to the entire team. Among the hundreds of professional strangers, he was the only one who responded with a private message to actually welcome me, makes me think he's really a gent. On second thought, a lover of every woman, or some sort of in between. Or probably both. Whatever that is, he surely does affect me. Laugh out loud.
On the same week, our subteams had lunch together. I was one of those who hitched in his car. Everyone let me sit in front, beside the driver, beside this guy. He was very welcoming along the long route until we finished the meal. Nope, not that I am overreacting but I simply just recognize the warm gesture.
Second week. I was at the Security Office, near the back entrance. Since I'm done with my business, I was heading downstairs. Suddenly, some unrecognizable to quite familiar looking creature gazed up. How I hated that. I wore the uncomfy outfit that day. I probably looked like a bag of potato chips in pin-striped slacks and a never-complimenting gray knitted top. We exchanged hi's. Imagine that. I strived to walk away from his direction.
Third week. Lunchtime. Lunchmates and I were giggling and loud-laughing over the Anne nip slip issue which went to a whole lot of gross and gruesome topics. Line-of-sight, from the glare of the noontime sun, there appeared a gallant man. It's him again. He probably had seen my tonsils! His pokerface stare could melt me. But I was too embarassed that I pretended I didn't see him.
Fourth week. Seminar. I sure saw him during the free lunch but pretended to not see him. I was in loose pants, brown collared shirt and ESD shoes that felt like rubber shoes. Ragged Thursday eh. I was thinking there was no way for close encounters since the day was ending soon. The speaker handed us, the audience some new innovation gadget. First person passed to the next person to the third until to the guy before me who sat just behind me. He touched me in the shoulders with the intent to hand me the thing. I was just interested with the gadget so I simply took it from his hand without looking who he was. A few minutes before the talk ended, I looked at my back. In a twitch of an eye, looked back again. It was. Him. Heh. I was slouching on my chair, pulling up my tiny socks because my ESD shoes kept on eating it down, crossing my legs like a man, moving my legs and feet like a man, the whole time he sat there.
Gah.
Hindi ko na sya crush. Super turned off na sya sakin. Hahaha.
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