first of all, the title of this, my first blog, sounds sexy.
second, this blog was started to entertain my friends first, and everyone else second...
i will stop enumerating.
due to the borderline criminality of this blog i will have to keep everything super secret and vague. no names no nothing. so it will be difficult to explain everything...lets give it a try anyway.
lets say im in the service industry because my work situation involves contact with people in a service kind of way. i frequently see the same, i guess we can say customers, regularly. there are some that i like and some that i do not. i also have a favorite...he shall be known hereafter as my favorite. fav for short.
declarations of love have only been through status updates on facebook. my friends wanted more so here you go.
from a safe distance and legal manner i have loved my favorite for about a year. he is a frequenter of my work place because he needs assistance that my office provides.
shit, i am reveling to much, fine i work in an office. lets say a "law office", and the services provided "legal assistance" and the people who come in will be "clients"...this is getting ridiculous. i should really parameterize things so they make sense, but im not gonna.
ANYWAY...
we are on retainer for 2 years, due to the nature of his, legal situation.
hehe, this is fun.
i have loved him and he has been my favorite for about a year now. i liked him the moment i met him. he caught my attention, not because of his dashing good looks, but because he was not an asshole. most of our clients are antagonizing, he was uncharacteristically understanding and friendly. he was a fun client to help, then my favorite to see, soon i started to look forward to his visits, and now my whole day's joy is dependent on whether or not he comes in to the office.
we've had brief exchanges where he has told me that i was helpful, and more and more we are having more involved interactions where there is, what i would say, playful conversation.
i feel like this growing interaction started after i, rather psychotically, posted a missed connection about him. i didnt say anything about either of us or where i worked or the nature of our 'connection' but i think the mere fact that my adoration had a physical presence or was released from my mind out to the world escalated our relationship from strictly professional to playfully unprofessional. its still professional.
the missed connection said, more or less, 'this is not a missed connection nor is it an attempt to get in contact with you, but every once in a while you come in to my job and i get to help you, that makes showing up to work worth it'
someone in the mission responded 'thank you' but that was not him. he lives in the sunset, where i work, and also the neighborhood specified in the missed connection.
seriously tho, after that, the interactions with him were a lot more fun then before.
i mange to be a total goober when i see him now. we or he jokingly spoke spanish one time. he gave me a nick name once because he saw a note from my coworker with my initials on it. and he always asks how i am doing when he comes in.
recently i helped him with out even knowing it. i gave him a tiny bit more help then he needed and explained a legal matter that was holding him up.
i just saw him today. on the streets. i didnt have my glasses on but i recognized him from a block away. as we got closer i waved.
he came up to me and shook my hand. he jokingly said ... something to the effect of can i have an extension on the retainer. my first thought was i would do anything for you. i could not escape from this first thought and tried joking back but only got out i wish i could.
id like to point out now that the 'law office' facade is annoying and does not translate well.
also take note of the fact that i have spent the last two hours setting up and writing this post. i will lose my paralegal job any day now, because i put my silly little crush above all else at work. its not silly its true love.
anyway, it is 5 and time to leave. there will be more.
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