Chris and I have exchanged comments concerning massages. "You should get a massage buddy," I told him ones. "Like a drinking buddy, yeah!" he replied. Yeah...I had a different example in mind at the time, but don't tell no one.
Fast forward to today. Crafty wench that I am, I decide it's a good time to make a map to my place. Once he got to work, I offered him a massage when he got off. "Hm..tempting," he said, rubbing his chin in that Chris way of his, much like someone from some movie once did. "To sleep...or to get a massage." "Well, one could sleep whilst one gets a massage," I answered.
So for half the night my mind is making scenarios. Oh man, am I ever Smoove B in my mind or what!

In all serious, I don't know if he's going to appear here around one or two or not. I'm putting my money on not, because I'd rather be happily surprised, then disappointed. And then there's the whole relationship with a co-worker thing. Even if I only see him for a few minutes at the end of my shift, or have a shift with him now and then, it would make things akward were things to go south.

So...what I need is a dude somewhere between Chris and Boop who I can fall in love with and turn my Me Ray on high and blast them into a little puddle of luuuuv without feeling guilty or unsure if they feel the same way.

Hurbin!....I think to much.