Dipping Your Pen in the Office Ink?
I work with a man who I’m going to call The Work Colleague, or Colleague for short. I don’t find him attractive at all. He’s not my type in any kind of way – personality, looks, sense of humour, whatever. But there’s something about him that draws me in, and I really can’t explain it. I’m daydreaming about dipping my pen in the office ink, so to speak.
Let me tell you the story…
Work flirtation
He flirts with me at work. I flirt back. It’s a fun little flirty banter scenario… but he only does it with me. He doesn’t flirt like that with any of our other colleagues, male or female. I assumed it was a work thing. You know, something to pass the time – but then, it spilled out of work hours, and we became pretty good friends. I had to work really hard to get there, though.
He’s the least trusting, most cynical, most hard and sharp man I know. He’s surrounded by thorns, and I had to get stabbed with a truckload of them before he finally let me inside. But I did it. I cracked him. I’m in. And now that I am in, I want to be let in a little bit more. He’s like this unbeatable puzzle, the ultimate man-in-need-of-fixing-that-can’t-be-fixed … except I am beating the puzzle. He is letting me in.
And I like it.
But I don’t understand it in the slightest.
To start with, he’s incredible difficult to get along with. He’s above me in the chain of command, and he takes great pleasure in ordering me around. Sometimes, it frustrates me more than anything else and makes working together very difficult. It’s almost soul-destroying.
On other days, though, I like it when he bosses me around. It turns me on. Immensely.
Yes, please boss me around some more.
He’s not right for me
There’s nothing about him that works with someone like me. There’s a kid with a complicated custody situation and backstory. It all sound rather unpleasant and nasty, and it’s not something I want to jump into.
Appearance-wise, he’s the opposite of what I’d go for. Not in a bad way, just in a he’s-not-my-type way. He’s not unattractive, but I don’t really find him attractive either. There’s nothing about him that makes me want to whip my panties down and throw them at him. Yet, at the same time, there is.
He intrigues me. I find him fascinating in ways I couldn’t explain if I tried. All of that aside, though, there’s an actual policy at work that prevents us from embarking on any kind of relationship… but if there weren’t, would I make a move?
Maybe I’m just single and bored, without sex, and looking for something (or someone) to fill the gap. Who knows? One thing is becoming abundantly clear, however: I’m developing a weird ol’ crush on Colleague.
Since I could lose my job if I act on it, it’s probably for the best that I don’t.
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