...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.
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Perhaps a move like that will work out better than my feeble attempt.
ooh my aching black heart
the ladies love hugh grant, in curtisland that is.
life should be like the movies
My failings have become legendary. They'd be the death of me if I cared. I'm really suprised how unbothered I am.
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