Cupid is crazy and now their arrows with this technosexual revolution are like drones deliverers of love (now the modern and the ladies who come to walk after eating and before the soap opera they call it «illusion»). These autonomous arrows (Oh, poor) flying drop you the message with the package (never better said) anywhere, even in the office. Sometimes with form of love true, infinite and painless, sometimes as a heater instant indissoluble cold, but certainly the format is the of ‘ sexual tension tiresome unresolved».
Jezebel we prefer not to get wet to not influence possible stories work in progress. But, sincerely and with your hand between the neck and the chest: you will see what you’re doing.
Your office looks more like the Grand Prix to a Mad Men.
Fall in love at the office is as if a part of your life was directed by an exhausted and constipated Tim Burton. These are dark days, however, everything you think crazy chillingly cuqui. The fact of get (almost) punctual every morning to the office and give the good days without having even taken the first Café, already it seems quite remarkable to above add microinfarctions and sweating as well as free of charge. Moreover, there is enough stimulus in the world (World = internet) like to add glances and several hints (in my case, poorly made).
I only remember having felt itching powder in the heart (by God, what me is going? what invention is this?) in my first job. I was a supermarket cashier and he was comforting. I was so nervous when I saw him that if he told me ‘good days’ I answered him with a «your change, thank you». Once I got so red that a lady told me «If you want to pee, I can wait, I do not hurry». I was very bad. The clerk, not the Lady of the pis. Thus placing boats, align milk cartons and stacked with zero love rice packages pump seemed to be art. One day invited me to lunch horchata with fartons and that for me already counted as making love. It gives me just what.
Why do we both idealize affaires at the office?
We have seen too many movies, and too many photographs of Bank of images in which a lady with hair collected, glasses, white shirt, skirt tube dark blue and red lips brings to the table his companion topic. The topic addressed in the meeting, it is understood. They are apparently eight-thirty o’clock on a hot July day. But what will they heat if they are with air conditioning to 22 degrees. No sweats. Insensitive. She stares you in the eyes while keeping a finger on the pile of papers that will be possibly dirty leaves to crush. Who cares. She leans towards him and tells him that he will give him and his cousin. Act followed, removed two blocks of tickets restaurant, one for him and one for his cousin, the Administration. He says he doesn’t know how to thank you but that happened you to a very nasty thing. It rises from the Chair and asks him to follow him. They reach the kitchen, are alone and he take out the award. She looks him burning desire package. Decision for you, tells him. I’m starving, she says. And this is how they end up having tea a package of Nothing the very losers still working in the afternoon having intensive day.
Now seriously. If you feel a special attraction to a colleague or co-worker, let yourself go and tell him. But say it with nothing.
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