Just Plain Silly

I received an E-mail for assistance from a coworker in the other building, and I was very happy to oblige, as the guys on the first floor are extremely pleasant.

While working on his computer, I laughed. My laugh carries--it's not an obnoxious laugh, but a distinctive one. Next thing I know, I've got an audience of three engineers in the cube--our softball team manager who always gives me a hard time, the patent writer, and my <sigh> Democrat Stomper.

Democrat Stomper sat down on the desk, his blonde hair coiffed, pants pressed, long sleeved white shirt starched with creases that could cut a slice of bread. For a brief moment I was more than glad I had on my new MAC lip gloss, and I turned my attention back to the computer. After fixing the problem for is coworker, he asked me to come help him with Word.

Nerves often make me fumble, and for a moment I drew a complete blank how to reformat his Table of Figures. After a few eye rolls from Stomper because of my screwy verbal directions, I asked to drive. Focusing only on the computer monitor, I had his document formatted properly in about two minutes. "For a minute there I thought you were being as incompetent as me." I smiled--I normally have a witty comment, but I just didn't know what to say. He's handsome and attractive--and a Democrat. And single. And not interested in me. So to have butterflies around him is just plain silly.

Perhaps I should change political parties...