An office crush. We all have the them. Mine is this studly 6ft dark-haired early 30's man that sits in the office across from me. I always make a note to look into his office as I walk by. It's creepy, but it what I do. I have to entertain myself here somehow.
Its been two months and I have never talked to him, minus our one time head nodd to each other in the hall. (Yes, I lived for that moment.) I share an office so my desk faces the wall and my back to the door. I was working on a presentation this morning when I heard a knock on the doorframe. I turn around expecting one of my teammates.... and There. He. Is.
Now, clearly me being me, I immdiately go into panic mode. My guest of honor started talking to me and my office mate about how we seem so bored and monotone everytime he passes by. Conversation commenced, and I started laughing like a school girl at things that weren't even that funny. Then I made comments that really didn't fit the conversation. Then out of the blue my body goes into a hot flash. Its happening. The finale: my sweat attack. I can't help it, I sweat like a catholic priest in a kindergarten class everytime I get nervous. Now I am trying to dab the piling sweat off my forehead before I shined out like a damn lighthouse. It kept getting worse. I even did the whole "I'm scratching my head but dabbing the sweat" move. Of course this made my comments and laugher even more abnormal, in some form of a physical reaction to uncomfortableness. After about 10 minutes of conversation (which felt like an hour), he went back across the hall to his desk, leaving me feeling like I jumped in a pool.
All I can wonder now is if he will think of me of that sweaty guy that is awkward that sits across the hall. Not my best first impression.
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