This year, I’m spending more time flirting with men I meet in person, like one of the guys who delivers food to my job. The first time I saw him, I started to drool on myself. He’s 23, 6’2, 210 pounds, shaved head, tattoo’s on his neck—Big, Bald & Sexy. Every time he comes in he stops at my desk to say “Hi.” I make sure to lean over so he can get a good view of my boobs.
So he came in last Thursday night. On his way out he asked me if I wanted to join him for a smoke. After a few half hearted protests, I agreed. I don’t smoke but what does that matter? I followed the hot guy. We went outside and talked for a couple of minutes. He made me giggle and told me I was funny. Then, suddenly he reached out for my hand to pull me close. I was thinking, Oh yeah he's going to kiss me. Never mind that I was just on a break from my job and someone could walk out at any minutes.
This article appears in Jan 6-12, 2010.