Hello, Stranger

One of the main reasons for working in Corporate America and big buildings with numerous floors is for the chance to meet new people everyday. This is not to say that I'll be making conversation with someone new everyday. I just like the fact that I could if I wanted to. It's the excitement of meeting someone great that drives my excitement. You never know who'd walk into your life.

Today, when I was bustling back and forth from the copier, I happened to see a very handsome gentleman. He was blonde and rugged. He was dressed cleanly with a shirt and vest. I had to give him a third glance to decide whether I thought he was hot or not. Well, there was no doubt that he was hot, but it took me a couple of glances to see that he was within the age rage where I'd find them appropriately "hot" for me. He was indeed a yummy one. I'd hate to be a girl that stared at guys like a piece of meat, but bygone it, I couldn't stop looking. He left the office. I whispered to the secretary that he was so good looking. She called him a sweetheart. Ah, good looking and sweet. What a combo to make my heart roar.

Later in the day, 15 minutes before the day was over, I joined into the conversation with the Secretary Nancy and Liz, who did payroll. We heard 'thanks' and Liz thought someone was calling her name. I turned and Mr. Hottie was leaving Virginia's (accountant) office. As he strolled all sexy to the door, he was looking at me looking at him. He didn't back down from the stare, and I can proudly say, I didn't either. He was so beautiful. And he was looking at me..

Stranger Tides

Like walking into stranger tides

That I came into your world

Or perhaps, you came into mine

And I was the one who was curious

How long can one second be

When staring into those marine blue eyes?

And how sweet it was

When you decided to look back

I’m not the type that eyes down a passerby

But a pretty boy like you, can you blame me?

With all that swag, it’s a little unnerving

But then again, this is stranger tides

Do I dare tread?

[It's not like I'll see him again. He works for a company that outsources their therapists to the nursing home. Oh wells, there will always be today.]