Nice to See You

I have done nothing all day. I went to work, which was so-so because Shiloah called in sick so it was just me, Greg, and the ever fascinating Kelly. She just annoys me, the things she does just annoy me. Like hanging around me while I'm with a customer or answering the phone when she sees that I am about to answer it. Whatever, just annoyed. Oh and typing "Shiloah" reminded me of our hang out day we are gonna have coming up pretty soon.

Here's how it started:

Friday she walks by me and says "Oh, guess who I saw at the Chili's on 2499."
Me: "Who?"
Shiloah: "Kirk."
Me: "WHA???" (drool + anime stiff body fall)

Kirk used to work with us and I had the BIGGEST I NEED TO HAVE YOU CRUSH on him!!! He went to Flower Mound HS and he was a wrestler and he was so, so hot. Oh, and he has a motorcycle!!! How sexy is that?? I remember him coming into work once and he took off his motorcycle helmet and flipped his hair and I melted into an Alex Mack knockoff. I have never seen anything more beautiful. And he has a tattoo. Big tattoo going up the side of his abs (perfect abs) that reads Saint going one way and Sinner going the other. He showed me once and I could have died right there.

Shiloah told me that he chopped off all of his hair (he does that for wrestling) and his face cleared up and that if he still had his god-like hair then he would be a ten. A TEN!!! Tens are such a rarity in the suburbs. I must see him. So Shiloah and I planned to go see Obsessed and go t0 Chili's. I have never been more excited for anything ever. I'm dying just posting about it. I remember the first time I saw him I was in the showroom and he walked in and I nearly fell of the ladder because I was doing a total George O'Malley double take (he's so good at those-for reference watch the Grey's Anatomy Season 3 finale, Didn't We Almost Have It All.)

I feel like I'm painting this out to be more than it was. I had an unrequited crush on him. Like, the biggest crush I've ever had on anyone. I truly, truly liked him. A lot. We flirted a lot too. And we got along really well. Our work relationship was second only to the one between Shiloah and I. We would go back and forth with witty, insulting one liners. He was hot and funny, my perfect guy. I like to thing of him as the crush who got away because even though I pretty much knew he was straight I always thought he would be open to the idea of me. Or I just manipulated the signals so I could feel better about the whole situation. Either way nothing ever happened. He made me clumsy and blush as much as a black person could, and I felt totally comfortable around him.

I would love to see him again.

Thatcher