Holy shit, darling ones. Have I told you about the big, bad evil crush that I have? It’s horrible and awful and makes me bat my eyelashes in a coy manner.
So there’s this adorable curly-haired guy from our Taipei office here, hanging and figuring out how he’s gonna take over all our jobs — the poor, cute, curly-haired sucker. Oh and I forgot to mention that I have the total hots for him. It’s so 8th-grade pathetic that I kind of want to kick my own ass. Oh did I mention he lives on the other side of the planet (literally) and is married? Yeah.
But does that stop the rampant hormones from coursing through my body? No. Does that make me not want to lick him every time I talk to him? Hell no.
The crush first appeared when he was here in September for some reason I cannot remember. But it was easy enough to pack away because he was only here for a few days and I figured I’d never see him again. But now he’s for two entire weeks and it doesn’t help that he likes to chit chat with me, which makes the licking-urge all the more difficult to repress.
Of course this is totally physical because I know nothing really about him other than he has an odd accent due to being raised by British parents in Richmond, Virginia and then moving to the far east shortly after college. Plus he has this crazy curly hair, sly dark-eyes, and big full, luscious, kissable lips.
Aye Carumba! As if being a lame duck wasn’t tough enough, now I have all this idle time while at work to daydream. This might very well be the end of me.