Xerox This

28 Jun

One of the benefits of working in the same building for the last 8 years, and having had various office trysts, is walking past places were I enjoyed an illicit kiss or two. Years ago on a Sunday, I “made out” (see Bartles & Jaymes) with my boyfriend at the time in my cubicle. We were nearly caught by the security guard who was walking down the hallway. Once my boyfriend left town, Hairy McBacksweat and I would enjoy 30 second groping sessions in the service elevator. I still sit in the same cubicle and take the service elevator, and every once in awhile think of them.

The one place that always brings back fond memories is the 3rd floor copy room. It was there that I enjoyed a fabulous and delightful snogfest with Hugh Grant Jr. My he was fine, fine and very young. He pursued me when I he was a new hire-I said no. He kept pursuing-I kept saying no. After all, I had a boyfriend, and he was a trainee. Finally, I gave in one night around Christmas time. He came over to my apartment and we. . .umm. . .did some stuff.

About two weeks later we had both taken a day off from work and were planning on spending the day together. As I was getting ready, the phone rang. He wasn’t going to be able to make it. He was calling from the hospital in Pennsylvania-he’d broken his leg the day before during his ski trip. Damn it. Stupid skiing accident.

When he finally came back to work 6 weeks later, he hobbled down to my desk with his walker. It was a sad scene, but he still looked hot. I promised to visit him before leaving for the day. Once upstairs, he said, “Let’s take a little walk.” This amused me as he was in no shape to be walking. Anywho, we ended up in the copy room. He was leaning on the copier while I was regaling him with one of my riveting stories. He grabbed me and kissed me while I was in mid sentence.

I love the 3rd floor copy room.

14 Responses to “Xerox This”

  1. Step Right Up at 4:32 pm #

    You really should talk to one of the major networks about having your work life made in to a sitcom.

  2. southernchickie at 6:20 pm #

    Ahh. how I miss the single life…Until trash day anyway.

  3. Cinnkitty at 7:29 pm #

    Yes but were there any incriminating photocopies made as a result?? ha..ha.ha..!

  4. The Ambiguous Blob at 11:26 pm #

    So cripples CAN get horny? I’m excited now!

  5. monicker at 2:14 am #

    Cripples get very horny! Have you ever tried to have sex (or masturbate) with a busted leg? Talk about frustrating!

  6. hanmee at 12:34 pm #

    I thought this sort of stuff only happened on sitcoms…

  7. Catherinette Singleton at 1:35 pm #

    Step Right Up: I wonder who they would hire to play me?

    Southernchickie: I’d give up being a singleton if someoen would take out my trash and shovel the walkway when it snowed. Oh, and mowed the lawn.

    Cinnkitty: We were just LEANING on the copier, not actually ON it.

    Ambigious Blob: Yes! It was hot. I never thought I’d get all weak in the knees for someone on a walker.

    Monicker: Sadly, we didn’t get that far.

    Hanmee: Nay, it happens in Corporate America.

  8. Mister Underhill at 3:09 pm #

    Nothing is hawter than a girl with a walker.

  9. The [Cherry] Ride at 4:01 pm #

    Wow, that’s some office. Shit like that don’t happen in mine. Man, I hate my workplace.

  10. Grant Miller at 5:30 pm #

    People with crutches also try and make out with me.

  11. 5 of 9er at 6:02 pm #

    My job is all of a sudden much much more boring than it already was.

  12. minijonb at 6:29 pm #

    You know they probably have security cameras in the service elevator, don’t you? Eh, that probably turns you on even more.

    = ; – )

  13. Heather at 7:05 pm #

    That’s the stuff life’s made of!

  14. The Diva's Thoughts at 4:46 pm #

    Man! Makes me wish I had a work trist!

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