You know the one. You have history with her. Tumultuous, action-packed "romance" (in quotes, because it was fast and flirty, then physical and filled with drama).
The relationship with this smoking-hot girl lasted three weeks, followed by three years of late-night "What are you doing?/Mind if I stop by?" kinds of phone calls. The answer, of course, was ALWAYS "Come on by."
This is the girl who had an uncanny knack of hearing you just broke up with someone else and two days later you’d see her cell number pop up on your phone and your stomach would do flip-flops because you knew what you’d be doing in a few hours.
Know who I’m talking about?
That girl (for me), as of yesterday, is now working on a project I’ve been assigned. I hadn’t seen her in a LONG time. And there’s no getting around the work thing; she’s on it (per the network) and I’m on it (because it’s my company).
I work with a lot of very attractive women (on both sides of the camera) and I don’t find any of them genuinely attractive. It’s work.
But this girl. Ugh.
Four and a half weeks. 23 work days. I’ll survive, right?
ScottHar
P.S. Best man from my wedding -- who knows this girl -- just texted me: "You’re gonna need more than two specimen cups for your urologist." H-E-L-P.