Summer Lovin'

A month. My friend Erica gave me 2 weeks. I said it would never happen.
It took me one month until I made out with one of our firm's summer associates. Done.

Not just any summer associate…the hot one I've been making goo goo eyes with for over a month. Naturally it happened when I so didn't expect: 1. I had on no make up and 2. Neither of us was drunk.

Not that I need to be made up to make out…but we're talking hot summer associate here and not even a swipe of lip-gloss.
And I don't need to be drunk but, given the circumstances, you'd think we were.

An associate invited all to watch last night's game at his house. I was reluctant to go at first because this particular associate is a lurker. I swear he has no work because he is always lurking around our department and our floor--his office is 3 floors down and he never does anything with us. He just lurks about. It's creepy. Once I found out the summer associates were also invited, hmm, my hoochie mama perked up and invite accepted.

I ran first, due to a lunch over indulgence. Took a quick shower, pulled on a tee shirt, jeans (not the sexy ones), sneakers, no make-up, and no jewelry. I don't know what I was thinking because I knew he'd be there?!?!
I realized I was sans make-up when I pulled into the drive of Lurker's house. Whoop, there he was Mr. Summer Associate looking hot.

Shockingly, it was not me that leaned into my personal space and asked me if I had seen the backyard of Lurker's house. That is such a Golightly move I cannot begin to tell you.
And it wasn't me that touched my arm or led me into rooms with his hand on my back.
But it was me that offered him a ride to his car (back at the office parking garage) and it was me that took him back to my place, after he asked where I lived. For the curious--nothing past kissing happened.

It is me that is hoping he doesn't come up to my department today and it is me not opening his email titled "Lunch".