Work sucks. I can’t go to the toilet for five minutes without my boss checking up on me. Sigh. My current project is a bit complicated and I am kinda stumped. It so doesn’t help that the headache that I have been having came back and brought some friends along with. Even my eyeballs are hurting. Sigh.
I have made a new fag hag at the office. The office receptionist. She knows I am crushing on this one tall cute Chinese guy and she keeps updating me on his movements. She’ll call me if he comes in, goes to smoke or toilet. Hehehe. Not that I asked her to, mind you. She seems to think that we both would make a good couple.
I’ve noticed that he had been checking me out. At first, the receptionist was kinda skeptical. Eh, why is everyone skeptical about me being checked out? Am I that fugly? Anyways, I decided to let her see it with her own eyeballs. I hung out at the reception area and voila, Tall Cute Chi Guy came by and went smoking. When he returned, he checked me out. The receptionist saw it too. Ever since that day, she’s been pushing him on me.
Have you ever get the feeling that you’ve met someone before but you really can’t place where you’ve met him? And you know you’d remember him because he’s so cute and hot and tall? I’ve been feeling that way ever since I first met the guy. I think we were lovers in our previous lives. I know I’d remember meeting him or if I did him already. He has this look on him, like he knows me from somewhere and wanted to talk to me about it but he never does. Playing hard to get, is what the receptionist says. Sigh.