What is your image of a lumberjack? Mine is a sexy fit guy in blue jeans, brown boots with fluffy wool inside, a white t-shirt and a checkered red/black squares shirt. And guess what? I saw that complete outfit a few weeks ago and had to tease someone about it. I told him that he looked like a lumberjack and that the only things he was missing was a beard and an axe. I guess I haven't called him Hulk Hogan and Marty McFly yet, but I might do that when he wears certain clothes again. It was fun seeing him quiet and shy.
Strangely enough, I was sure he wouldn't wear the checkered red/black squared shirt again but he has been wearing it weekly now, but without the boots and instead of a white t-shirt a black t-shirt. He listens to my opinion often so it makes me wonder. Before he wore long sleeved clothes, he sat in the office in a t-shirt. I didn't say a word about it, but one day I did because I felt cold and we went outside and he was shivering. I told him that I feel cold when I see him in a t-shirt at work. I hope he isn't constantly trying to please me due to my opinions, because I'm just being honest it is winter...
I had the urge to call him Tarzan today due to the drumming he did on his chest/six pack during a meeting. Not sure why he wanted attention, but he did confirm it when I asked him: "Are you drumming or asking for attention?"
He stared at me and smiled: "I'm asking for attention."
I smiled, I guess that is what he wanted. As if he hasn't made me laugh enough during lunch.
Half a month ago, we were talking about babies at work and someone asked me: "Are you trying to tell us something?"
I: "Oh no I'm not nearly there yet."
Colleague: "You should start with it before 35."
He said laughing: "That means you still have four... No... Three years..."
I stared at him surprised and thought: "Wow, now he knows my age. Finally!"
Than he became awkwardly quiet, even stared at the ground. The other colleagues continued talking. He looked up and stared at me as if to say: "Pick me!" Or something like that...
A few days later, a colleague brought his baby to work and I was charmed by her cuteness. She is such a sweet and lovely baby. She made me smile and in return I think I charmed him into staring. He stood at his desk, a diagonal table away, the manly broad shoulders stance with possibly slightly spread legs. He wasn't talking to me, but his entire body was aiming at me and I wasn't talking to him. He was talking to another colleague, who was sitting down and I was talking to the baby's mum. But I would have sworn that he was talking to me with his eyes. It was a very long lingering stare, that shifted to the one who was talking to and back to me. I was doing the same, which later surprised me.
When it is time to go home, he tends to linger a lot. He usually doesn't do that, when he leaves work with a certain colleague. I have concluded that it has to do with his mobile phone, that he has to reply to some messages first and that he needs to take time to pack his bag. This while he waits until his computer switches off in a few minutes. It doesn't mean, he is lingering to wait for me. At least I have said that many times to myself. Except, the scene of the day before Christmas, he already said bye at 16:00 but later he said bye again at 17:00. He was lingering for an entire hour by talking to two colleagues. I was suppose to leave at 17:00, but I had to deal with an emergency. The way he stared at me, when I wasn't ready to go, made me feel as if I was missing something. Oh well, he must have had his reasons to show such an expression with his eyes if only he had the courage to express them in words.
Yesterday was the first day of the year that I saw him again. As I expected he was full of energy and today he was even more cheery, than yesterday. The confusing stare and body language still remains. Walking near me or behind me, trying to impress, trying to make me laugh... If only he can tell me what he means with his eyes and what he means when he leans completely over the back of his chair and aims into my direction. It would make everything less confusing. You tend to give attention to the ones you talk to, but when you do that in body language and say no word afterwards you are just making me confused.
I guess the mystery will stay until perhaps I have the courage to punch him in the arm or just hit him in a girly way. But it is quite difficult to touch someone you are constantly consciously trying to avoid to touch even by accident. Why am I conscious about it? I became all conscious about it, when he started touching his face, neck, pulled up his socks when I was near him... It isn't that I don't like him or hate him when he does that. It just makes me nervous and even more introverted. When I wasn't conscious about it I walked next to him without any problem at all and I even leaned against him in a full elevator.
Line of today: Hi is a great starter of a conversation, but please say more than just hi.