Thursday, March 31, 2005

The man from Indiana

This non-Jewish man from Indiana who works on my floor, I cannot tell you how painful it is to work on the same floor with him. Sometimes when I am supposed to be working I am really thinking about what I would like to do with him on one of our desks after everyone else has gone home.

3 Comments:

Blogger The Lioness said...

And that's proof of your normalcy. believe me, it happens to every one. Some people just touch us more, blame the pheromones. There was this one bloke once who was a twin (good), blonde and blue-eyed (bad) - nevermind, the sight of him turned me into a giggling heap. I found it really aggravating!

4/01/2005 12:04:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just want to say that I applaud your sexual appetite! So many of us frumie girls block that stuff out and have been so "dont touch" oriented that they can't even have those healthy fantasies! Go on girl dream away, it is an excellent plact ot put your frustrations!

4/01/2005 02:55:00 PM  
Blogger Me, Uncensored said...

There is no rhyme or reason to sexual chemistry, and it rears its head whether you're married or not.

I am a faithful wife, but I'm still human. My version of the WASP from Indiana is a man I would *NEVER* consider marrying, nor could I because he's not a Christian -- nor do we have much in common, either.

Hormones -- nutty chemicals, they are.

6/05/2005 02:42:00 AM  

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