Major Hottie

A really HOT guy came to the front desk this morning. No, he was an intimidatingly gorgeous half Latino, half Choctaw sculpture of a man. After he left, I lifted my jaw off the floor and turned to my co-worker.

“I know him. He’s single. He works at Steamworks,” she said.

Immediately we did what any virtuous employees with access to information would do: We looked up all the details we could find on him, including his age, education and parents’ profession. BAD I know, but  I don’t think I actually violated any FERPA guidelines by doing it.

My romantic history:  Sushi Boy; Scared him off. Tree Boy; have yet to “set up” the accidental meeting.  Major Hotness Man; may be reduced to stalking staking him out at the local brew pub.  Am I totally dysfunctional about men?

On another note. I won a self-help book at the annual Employee Appreciation Lunch. The title: “Where to draw the line.” Hmm. I think the universe is telling me something.

Happy April!