Cathy, one of my fellow phone whisperers here at TelAmeriCorp, apparently has had her eye on me for a song.   

I’ve caught the glances, the smiles, the nervous anxiety anytime I ask her what big plans she has for the weekend, but chalked it up to my classically handsome features.  After the moment we just had in the break room, Cathy can’t keep up the myth of her “long distance boyfriend” anymore.

She was bent over the fridge, looking for either a yogurt or waiting for me to come in, and when I asked if I could trouble her for some creamer, she handed it to me with a coy “No trouble at all.”  She might as well have shoved her tongue down my throat, with that subtext.

Gonna meditate on this for a while, I generally avoid dating coworkers since work should be about focusing on work, not playing grab-ass, but, to be fair, Cathy does have a great set and hooking up in the supply closet could be just what I need mid-day to stay alert.