Mood-o-meter: soaring high from an excellent weekend

This shit happens to me all of the time: I came into work this morning and nearly immediately fetched a cup of my office’s gross generic coffee. The creepy broker whose office is directly across the hall saw me and called my name. Mr. Creeps asked me into this office to introduce me to the man squeezed into the small visitor’s chair. His shoebox of an office barely has enough space to hold all of his other cluttering belongings, let alone a 6’3”...cutie! Not only was this visitor hot, but I also knew him. I immediately began to consider where I may have been graced by this face. This practice of searching my visual memory of mugs quite often, since I’m a creature of images. Instantaneously announcing this flash of a previous meeting is nearly always an occurrence. I have no shame now, but I used to be afraid that guys I told this would get a big ego trip by imagining I thought they were striking enough to remember. Now I just tell them that I always remember faces. Anyways, I’m digressing.

As soon as I returned to the coffee maker, my mind began ticking. Last Friday, I went to happy hour with my friend Sandra. I noticed a very tall and hot blond sitting at the bar with his friends. When they were beginning to put their jackets on and leave, I enthusiastically asked them where they were going. His friend announced, “We’re going to a strip club!” I replied, “Which one?” Anyways, I was trying to his on the blond. Now he’s my coworker. Just my luck!!!  ¶ 4:03 PM