There's this girl...

...In my office. A real beauty. She smiled at me today and I almost fell over. I'm such a child when it comes to crushes.
I know nothing could/would come of it. She has a typically handsome boyfriend and, well, she probably wouldn't look at me twice if I was on fire but I think that's the charm.
Unrequited attraction is a lot easier. Always has been and always will be.
You can't fuck up what you don't have, can you?

Or...I could shove my usual Hugh Grant-alike politeness aside and say how I feel. I could walk over to her desk and declare, at a reasonable volume, my fondness for her face and everything that surrounds it.

"Hey, Peaches. Sorry, I don't know your real name, I fancy you. I really do. I think you are smashing and I would like to take you out and get to know the inner and outer you a lot better. I know you have a boyfriend and, yes he may be more distinguished in the hair department, but his features are rather bland and average whereas mine are like a carnival. What do you have to say to that, my lovely?"

It won't work. The best laid plans rarely do. At least I will have made a bold statement of intent rather than sitting at my desk waiting for something more thrilling to happen.