I have written about a hormonal bomblet before, but last Wednesday something else happened. It is something that made me think: "Nuuuhhh", than " Poor desk"... And now I just burst out laughing of that stupid flashback! So here it goes...
Wednesday morning, I came back from the ladies' room in the morning. I picked up my cup holder ready to get a morning drink. My regular, warm water. But when I picked up the cup holder. I see a female colleague sitting opposite of me. She was sick so I was happy to see her again! I put my hands/arms in the air and smiled broadly: "Yeah! N, you are here! You are back!".
She looks up and smiles. I stand next to her desk vertically, so also next to my own desk. We usually sit opposite of one another with our two computer screens and a short wall between us.
N and I start talking very cheery about how her health and life is going.
Another female colleague stands next to me and the guy was first listening from his desk chair. He was leaning on the back of his chair with his arms folded and chin on top of it. He stood up, when I looked at him. He walked towards my desk and keeps his footing there in front of it, legs spread, standing like a man who shows authority or is focussed.
Both of them were listening and I talked to her cheerfully and she did the same. I don't know why, but N always gives me great advise and I can talk to her without any difficulty. We always laugh, when we talk and sometimes too loud but still that is a natural thing with her.
During the conversation the other female asked one question, N and I were the ones talking most of the time. But when the other colleague asked a question to N... It was a normal natural question so the laughing stopped. And we talked in a normal tone of voice.
Then the other female colleague had to go due to a meeting. The setting was now N sitting behind her desk, the guy standing in front of my desk, I am standing next to N's desk on the vertical side. So I could see them both clearly and the guy and N see each other only till their shoulders, I think?
While I continued talking to N about her, we laughed and the guy suddenly folded his arms together. His arms were lying relaxed on his sides. After that he moved left to right, so I looked at him. He released his arms and his hands went into his pocket, but just before that I saw something grew and thought: "Nuuuh, the hormonal bomblet again?!"
I looked back at N and tried to erase the image off my mind. It was easy, because her story was cheery so I fell back into the story. Hormonal bomblet pushed aside and I laughed from her way of storytelling. Suddenly the guy started to move left to right and he made a step forward so that he stood closer to my desk. Then he did something that made me very nervous.
He moved his hips not from side to side but from front to back, while his hands were still in his pocket. I panicked and hoped N would change to a work subject, where I don't have to be around for. And she did!
Less than a minute later, I could leave to get myself something to drink. I walked sideways and the guy did that too. When he turned to walk sideways passed me. I made sure he did so by walking sideways in front of me. I didn't want us to touch at all, not sure what would happen if that happend!
"Why did he do that?", is what I thought. I put a white plastic cup in my cupholder and filled it with warm water: "He has a girlfriend and my desk, my poor desk where I have to sit to work." I walked back to my desk, put my cup on my desk, stared at the side of my desk, sat down on my desk chair pushed my chair forward, logged in to my computer and started working...
The guy was now standing opposite of me next to N. He wasn't wiggling any more. He was concentrating on N. I was hearing myself laughing out loud in my mind, while I looked at him once: "Hahahahahaha!"
So why did he do that? I wanted to say: "Does it feel good?" Or "You know that it is not your girlfriend, but my desk?". If my friend was there I might have heard myself say: "Can I help you?" No, M! I won't ask him that at the office! Hahahaha!
Now that I think about it. It might be because of me. Or of my action and his mind filled with hormones thinking about intercourse. I have read somewhere that playing with your ring on your finger and wiggling with ones feet with a half hanging shoe on it stimulates the guy to think of intercourse or imaging doing it.
If that was going on... I had in my hand my cup holder. The cup has a hole in the middle and one as its holder. I am not sure whether that was the trigger for him to get aroused. I was playing with it by running my fingers over it and rolling it around my fingers... But he wouldn't be thinking about thrusting from that right?
Line of today: Bomblets...