Crush

I have a crush on a co-worker.  I say "crush" because it sounds more gentlemanly than wanting to bang the shit out of someone in the bathroom.  Either way.

I'm fairly sure she had a crush on me at one point - with or without the secondary meaning.  I think this because she got drunk at an event a couple of months ago and tried to kiss me.  It was the culmination of everything I've ever worked for in my life but the act took me by surprise and so I wound up dodging her head and then exclaiming "Wow you're drunk!" I still haven't quite forgiven myself for this, especially not on days she wears this ridiculous white dress that's kind of, maybe see-through a little.

Anyway, now she avoids me and I stare desperately at her ass whenever I have the chance.  That is the sum of our relationship all because I fucked up the last chance I'll ever have to sleep with a woman other than my wife.  It's going to be just me and my wife, again and again, until we die.  Unless I hire a hooker.