Oh, look, a rl post. In which we find out that I really need to hook up with someone soon to get my priorities straight again.*
There is an important meeting at work tomorrow. I’m excited about being part of it - almost as much as I am about meeting this guy who looks super attractive in every single picture and video the web has to offer (seriously, how is that possible..).
I sorted through some documents in preparation and found an account from a few years ago of a visit to this abbey we are sort of connected to - they have two of the hottest priests(?) I’ve ever seen and I’ll probably get to meet one of them in the near future. (They are Anglican.. that means they are allowed sex, right? I have to do my research!)
I’m meeting the guy with the haunting eyes next week. After work. Maybe food, definitely drinks. Who knows what will happen (A lot, hopefully. Keep your fingers crossed).
Forearms. I’ve always been into forearms but lately it’s almost all I notice about someone. Like last week when we had a colleague over to have a look around our offices. It was a warm day, he had his sleeves rolled up and I just could not keep myself from looking at his amazing forearms. He is nice enough but nothing about him is doing anything for me other than how much his forearms turn me on. He caught me focused on his (obscenely.exposed.naked *gasp* ;) forearms one time and looked a bit confused (but also curious) when I blushed (urgh, I can’t do anything against it and it’s extremely noticable because I’m so pale -.-).
I’m beginning to focus on ever weirder details. That’s telling. Also last week, I sat in on a meeting with a (sort of) colleague who has a rather pronounced pattern of swirls in his hair. I have no idea how to adequately describe it. He keeps his hair very short but the swirls, especially two or three in the front hairline, are very strong. I was following them with my eyes when he was occupied with what another colleague was saying and somehow got goosebumps. Ridiculous.
* [I could just ring my ex prof but my brain is somehow making this extra difficult for me because I’m not at all in the mood for the kind of hook-up he’d have to offer -.- idek. life is weird.]
In other news: I still haven’t been to the silver fox’s grave. I’m surrounded by and have to deal with things that remind me of him. every.single.day. It’s been a year and I’m coping better on some days than others, but mostly I’ve managed to swallow my feelings during the day and keep being sad to times when I’m alone. I might get an opportunity to visit his grave tomorrow, though.... not sure I actually will.
