OK, so I have a girl crush. I work with her, and I secretly love her. I. Love. Her.
I was talking to a friend in his office today, and she walked in. And I acted like a fourteen year old boy whose mother just caught him sniffing thongs in the lingerie section of Bloomingdales. I started to blush and sweat a little. I even kind of laughed awkwardly a few times, and shifted my weight from foot to foot. Once I started to stutter, I realized that I had to get out of there.
There's not a man on earth that has ever made me act like that. But then again, no man I know is easily 5 foot 9 inches tall, with long, beautiful real blond hair, is a perfect size two, has clear alabaster skin and green eyes, and is FRENCH. For god's sake, my Girl Crush is FRENCH. YES!!!!! She has a FRENCH accent. I KNOW!!!!! You love her TOO!!!!!
Sigh. She's so ahhmayzing. And, to top it off, she's NICE. Sooo nice. And I don't mean, she's nice for a French person nice. I mean she's nice, Mother Teresa would be like, wow, I should be that nice, nice.
If I were a lesser woman, I would be petty and jealous. But I recognize greatness when it walks into the office in awesome slim tailored slacks, with beautiful high heels, and a crisp, fitted blouse, surrounded by a halo of blond locks, framing a perfect MAKEUP-LESS face.
I just want to sit around and gaze at her adoringly. That might not fly with the partners. But then again, maybe it would......
5 comments:
You should have just gotten on her knees and worshiped her!
Anyways, I met a doctor. And she's hot. And she's single.
HA!
Makes sense. If you're gonna give up on men (which is a conclusion I'm rapidly coming to), then you may as well go for the best of galkind.
life is too short. whatever blows your dress, er, whatever blows your slacks up.
Is that why you got fired?
Hey, I'm with you. I've had girl crushes before, and damn, it's fun.
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