Working in the non-profit sector means two things: Feeling good about your work at the end of most days and working with almost all women. In my current job it means working with ALL women.
When we rented out half our office to a company with real live men I got excited. So we couldn't use the men's bathroom anymore - so what? I like hearing men's deep voices and watching them breeze my cubicle. I just like men around.
I noticed him right away because he's very tall, maybe 6'5", and cute. I hoped our paths would cross in the kitchen where I could say a casual "Hello, welcome to the 10th floor," but a few months passed and this opportunity never arose.
And then came Valentine's Day. I sat in the bar waiting for
(remember crazy-town?) who was running late. The bar was not crowded, as I imagined all the couples in Brooklyn were out to dinner or having sex at home. Everyone out this evening was single either out with friends or on a blind date like me in the hopes that next year on this day we'd be treated to dinner and sex.
The door opened and I looked up to see if it was my date. Nope, it was tall Office Guy instead. He was meeting his friends at the bar. This was weird. This was the
time I'd seen him out at a bar. The first time was a month earlier in Manhattan on the Lower East Side (a neighborhood I'm hardly ever in these days) with
I believe in fate or at least I believe in the possibility of fate. I think the universe sometimes sends us signs and we should be open to them at all times. Now I don't necessarily think that Valentine's Day at a bar in Brooklyn is one of those times but I had nothing to lose. And this scenario was much better than the office kitchen so I said hello.
Since then we've engaged in what he likes to call "stop-n-chats". Him standing over me at my desk or me standing over him at his. We have hobbies in common - we chat about bikes, traveling, snowboarding and whisky. We started emailing on our work emails then we moved over to Gmail chats. He smuggled me a beer from his upstairs office on a Friday afternoon. He invites me to get drinks with him and his coworkers but the invitation is often last minute and I usually have plans.
I'm fairly sure this crush is one-sided (he's friendly and chatty with everyone) but I don't mind. The wonderful thing about a crush is that it will never become real and therefore will remain perfect. Crushes make the world go 'round.