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Desperate Working Mommas
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Friday, June 10, 2005
Doesn't if TOTALLY freak you out when...

...your semi-hot, slightly arrogant co-worker-- who you are so totally NOT interested in, seriously, like, NOT AT ALL, 'cause, you know? not your type? happily married woman? yada yada yada?-- anywho, your co-worker stops by to chat and you suddenly realize you had a VUUURRRYY interesting boom chicka wow wow dream about him the night before, and you begin to blush as you remember the tricky things you did to each other in his cubicle after work hours (and in the fitness center showers, his bedroom, a jacuzzi, even!), but he just keeps going on and on about his stupid evening, and all the while you absolutely cannot seem to turn off the NC-17 pictures in your head, and still, he keeps talking-- blah, blahdy, blah!-- and you begin to perspire profusely as you relive the dream in all its smutty glory over and over and OVER in your mind, and your cheeks are burning a telltale fiery red color, and you begin to panic and hyperventilate, but he totally doesn't even notice because he is completely self-absorbed, and you are so freaking Un! Comfortable! that you cannot take another second, so you jump up, grab your purse, shout, "Meeting! Gotta go!" and make good your getaway by executing a near-perfect Charlie's Angels roll from your very own cubicle?

It doesn't? Really?



Me, neither.

link | posted by Cat at 9:17 AM

Blogger Random and Odd commented:

yeah...it sucks when the guy is Fugly!

» 6/10/2005 10:34 AM 
Blogger Cat commented:

Ooooh, you are SO right...

» 6/10/2005 11:55 AM 
Blogger ieatcrayonz commented:

I totally do not not have any idea what you are talking about.

It's all about the china store rules: look, but don't touch.

» 6/10/2005 12:56 PM 
Blogger Vajana commented:

oh yeah, those are really bad. nope, never happened to me. Never.

I always have the dreams where I am with some guy I haven't seen in like 10 years, and I wake up thinking, how the hell did HE stay in my subconscious?

» 6/10/2005 12:59 PM 
Blogger KC commented:

Um, yeah. How did you get into my head last week? How did you know that the guy who works on the 21st floor and is also happily married (and quite a bit older than me)does something really interesting with his tongue....

» 6/10/2005 1:10 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

Vajana: I totally know what you mean. After my Donny Osmond sex dream last month (shut up! Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat is HAWT, okay?!) I woke up and I was all, "WTF?! I haven't seen that video in years!"

Robyn: Who said anything about touching? No touchy! Absolutely no TOUCHY!!

KC: Hee. You made me laugh. Right out loud.

» 6/10/2005 1:23 PM 
Anonymous kalki commented:

Praise google I don't work with any hot guys. AT ALL.

Although it kinda sounds like I'm missing out...jacuzzi, huh?

» 6/10/2005 1:26 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

Heh. ;)

» 6/10/2005 1:41 PM 
Blogger Weetzie commented:

what about when the guy you have a dream about is your BOSS? uh oh...

» 6/10/2005 6:58 PM 
Blogger Susie commented:

Not a co-worker, but a professor. Who is also a Jesuit Priest. That is all. (Isn't that enough?)

I just popped over from Annejelynn, shaking my head in astonishment and whatnot at the roomie with the Sharpie eggs.

» 6/11/2005 5:47 AM 
Blogger mrtl commented:

I once had a dream about messing with the ugliest professor I had in college. His hair (in the dream) was all greasy, and he had (again, in the dream) THE WORST BREATH (think coffee + cigs - toothbrush for at least two weeks)... yet in my dream I had to kiss him. Had to! I was so repulsed, but so drawn. UGH!

» 6/11/2005 6:01 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

Um, was it in his office? (in the dream) I bet it was in his office (again, in the dream.) It's always in his office...

» 6/11/2005 6:55 PM 
Blogger Shaun commented:

its SO cool being one of the only guys here.

» 6/12/2005 8:34 PM 

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