When you spend forty hours a week doing a boring job, it’s the little things you end up relying on to get you through the day. Things that you would barely have given much thought before suddenly become all-important.
It is for this reason that my attention has been drawn – a little more than is healthy – to a particularly fine-looking specimen of the male sex whom I happened to encounter in the break room.
Breakroom Boy is quite simply delicious. Tall, dark and handsome with brooding brown eyes and ponderous eyebrows. It’s not just his looks. Ashton Kushner is a good-looking man, by all accounts, but his vapid personality make him totally unattractive. But there is just something about Breakroom Boy…a quiet sense of mystery that leaves me wanting to know more.
We’ve never addressed a word to each other, but there was an interesting physical encounter two weeks ago. I was walking at top speed into the women’s bathroom when Breakroom Boy turned round the corner and walked straight into me. He actually had to grab my left to stop me stumbling, and, with a little cheeky grin on his face, he apologised and said something about the corner being “deadly”.
There are many things about that encounter which were “deadly” but I can assure you that the corner was not one of them!
Since them I find any excuse I can to go to the breakroom but, alas, there was no Breakroom Boy! I was bereft!
Had he left for good?! Shudder! Moved department?! Gasp! Gone on vacation?!
This morning I saw him walk into the building just before me, so he is still there!
Who are you, Breakroom Boy?! What is your name?! And will you rip my clothes off and ravish me on my altar?!