one of my work friends is leaving and i will miss her sooooooo much. in honor of her, i will share this story…and also because you never know when someone may be watching.
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her eyes were wild. ‘i had a dream about that guy in the other department,’ she said. and by her expression, i could tell what kind of dream. it was sooo obvi it was a dirty sexy kinda dream. after she relayed the undulating and wicked details, we laughed and made up a name for him. weeks following, she or i, or both of us would see him randomly about the building. and if we were both near him, she would become still like a mannequin. let’s say we named him ‘gil.’ she would not even look at him. it was like she was scared. and all this is going on while she is heavy in a relationship with someone else. and this guy, gil, is totally oblivious to these two crazy girls…watching.
she also began to have other dreams about him. and in real life, small run-ins. she’d tell me in complex yet specific detail and it was often humorous obviously amorous and helped paint up the dull confines of stale corporate america.
‘he touched my waist,’ she said one day. ‘what?!?’ i asked. ‘i ran right into him. i must have been looking down. he touched my waist and asked if i was okay.’ ‘how did he smell?’ i asked. imagining a nice masculine dash of cologne that lingers and haunts long long after such encounters. she began to blush. ‘maybe he’s your soulmate,’ i said. ‘no, it’s only because of the dream that i feel this way,’ she’d always answer.
not long after that, she dropped her change in the break room and he was there to help her pick it up. ‘it was like we were in a movie. we were bending down and our eyes met. and he rips my clothes off.’ she blushed and her eyes glazed over. she laughed and when she did i think it snapped her out of her walking dream fantasy sex-capade. i knew somehow she wanted this film to be a real time sequence.
gil had survived as the resident hot guy for two years. even though we had a brief close second.
he was a temp and worked in our department. i was responsible for training him and we clicked instantly. he was south african, and a soccer player with reddish hair and overly steamy hot. but tragically a bad guy…he told me so. and because of the way he looked, i knew it to be true. he happened to pay me a lot of attention. he’d dance for me. and we’d exchange our music mixes. we even had rap battles on sticky notes. his were always rip-offs from other songs and mine were original. i even have one of his sticky notes in my cubicle to this day. it says, “get it together.” red ink…go figure. we even discovered that he played tennis by my house, even though i never saw him there. but as most good things, he wasn’t there long. and i don’t think my department, which is 95 percent female liked the idea of the amount of attention he gave me. but she, my friend, even had a dream about him…yes, a dream…that kind of dream. but she claims gil was waaay more affectionate.
‘gil’ and the encounters became our fascination. we even discussed his possible lasik surgery because he stopped wearing his super sexy black rimmed glasses. we spent countless work time contemplating if he wore briefs or boxers, was an ‘innie’ or an ‘outie.’ ‘i think he has a hairy butt,’ she said. and i’d grimace slightly at the visual.
it even began to wear me down. one morning i was looking out over the highway, some four stories up in someone else’s break room and on another floor entirely, as i often do in the mornings. i see gil get out of his car carrying a duffle bag. sometimes he would hold the door for me or would speak. but at one point i even tried small talk at the microwave. he was alright. all the while, my retinas taking in as much as they could hold so i could relate the story some time later to the woman who really really wanted to know. he did have an understated sexiness. contrary to a ring he’d sometimes wear, we even pegged him for being slightly sexually frustrated. and of course, we’d giggle.
after the weather got warmer, we’d sit outside. and one day just happened to see gil running by in red shorts and sunglasses, ipod, white t-shirt. focused.
we joked there was an imaginary extra floor on top of our building where they, my friend and gil…did stuff, very bad stuff. all the while, she being in a very very very committed relationship with someone who would probably not appreciate any of this. i think some office environments yield a certain amount of silliness and perversity.
at times we catch gil jogging. and my friend is so ‘taken’ with him, she won’t even watch…but i watch like an oogling thirteen year old girl. he has very nice legs.
so with her leaving, the assignment is to find a name for the face. his real name. and i’ve challenged her to at least talk to him. just passing conversation. she’ll probably never see this guy again. and boy, do we all have a past together, unbeknownst to the man who started it all.
so…just be sure that you never know who is watching…
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