I have a bit of a confession to make -- I've been nursing an at-work crush for the last few months now. I know, I know -- how did I neglect to mention this earlier, especially considering this a blog dedicated to the loveliness of ladies the world over?
There are numerous reasons for my silence:
- She is married, a mother.... and quite straight. I have deduced this from the varied conversations in which she discusses said husband.
- I know her through work and I tend to keep the private and public spheres as separate as possible.
- I hate admitting to crushes on straight girls because I know it will go nowhere, even while another side of me is calculating the chances I have to lure her away from the boys for good...
I have resisted the urge to discuss her adorable French-Canadian accent, her insistence on parking beside my car every day without fail, and her tendency to chat with me more than our co-workers even though the nature of our jobs keep us on opposite sides of the office.
It's enough to get a gay girl's heart a-flutter.
And then, she had to go and find one of the hottest costumes to wear for the unofficial Hallowe'en office bash.
Catwoman.
And not just any Catwoman, but the Catwoman made famous by Julie Newmar -- as in, the reason I watched reruns of the 1960s, live-action Batman as much as I did when I was a young'un.
An additional note about this office crush of mine -- she tends to wear her hair up all the time. It's a tight, clean look and very professional. Today? Oh, she let her hair down. Picture it: gorgeous waves of chestnut hair spilling across her shoulders and two cute cat ears perched on the crown of her head.... Sheer radiance, I tell you.
Hallowe'en proves, yet again, why it reigns supreme as THE GREATEST HOLIDAY OF THE YEAR.
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