You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from — and why did they send it to you?
Well, I’m hoping it’s this bodacious babe I keep giving longing stares at everytime I see her at the office cafeteria. She is so hot and sexy with those eyebrows and eyes and red, pouty lips and those curves on that body. I have no idea what her name is and have been trying to find out and also the nerve to go and talk to her.
I find her hot and I find her desirable and I wanna make babies with her. But ofcourse, especially as she works in the same office as I do, I wouldn’t dare do anything so bold and brazen but if I do get an little chance, I will introduce myself and make friends with her. Once and it was a few months ago, I opened the door for her so she could pass first, as I am a gentleman and always do that, and she looked at me and smiled a grateful and thankful smile at me (oh how long that euphoria lasted) like in “chivalry isn’t dead?” but that’s been the extent of my interaction with her.
So I would hope it’s from her. She wants to have coffee…..tea…..and me! Not particularly in any order! And she wants to make babies with me. I am terrible, I know. And I make no excuses for it.
Prompt from The Daily Post at WordPress.com