Sorry for the long hiatus. I was too stuffed with turkey stuffing and pumpkin pie to dextrously move my fingers over a keypad, much less think up a coherent thought. It was like my brain turned into cranberry sauce for 4 days straight and all I could do was roll around my house on my perfectly sphereical body.
So last week, I accidentally made out with one of my co-workers.
Fine!
It wasn't an accident. This gentleman also happens to be 34. But in my defense, I really wanted to make out with, well, let's call her "Casandra". And it wouldn't have been office-cest because she had quit the agency. But even though I was more than throughly intoxicated, I decided to restrain myself out of respect for her life partner. I gave her a hug and had to settle with "Devin" for the evening. That happened over a week ago and "Devin" will be returning to the office tomorrow. I'm sure I will turn a perfectly benign situation into a horribly awkward one.
For example: He will say, "Good Morning," and I will reply, "Nothing much." Then he will slowly back away.
Ohhh the awkwardness, it hurts!
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