I'm so totally despondent over this. He's tall, lean, very handsome, smart, funny. I think I've been in love/lust with him since the first time I clapped my eyes on him three years ago. I've loved him from afar for that long! If ever I have a bad morning, just the thought of seeing him, being around him, even hearing his name is incentive to get out of bed and get into the office. The man makes me so nervous, I stumble on my words when we have to talk. I've never felt this way about any other man.
Evidently, his little wifey-poo wanted him to get a job closer to home. Do not get me started on that controlling little bitch. This is not the first time he's bowed to her stupid little demands.
They're having a cake for him tomorrow. I'm seriously not sure I can make it through the party without falling apart. That's how much of a basket case I am over the situation. I suppose I'll be able to pull myself together, wipe back the tears, and pretend to be happy for him.
My only consolation is that I'll be able to keep him in mind when I take care of my honeycomb. I downloaded a shirtless pic on facebook from some beach from his honeymoon, and blew it up, and I stare at it every night when I probe my juicy fruit. Sorry to be so graphic, but I just need to get my feelings out.
Sending out much love!