you know a straight line from a curve

The other day, the boss' wife said that a lot of the time work feels like a Carry On film. Well, I dunno about that (although it's certainly the craziest place I've worked at, but for good reasons, not bad ones). But there are times where I feel like I'm living in a weirdly plotted farce (which I suppose is sort of the same, and I was thinking about what the boss' wife said when I was thinking that exact thing).

Yesterday would be a bang up example.

There's a guy I see on the way to work, once I might have smiled at him because he smiled at me first, and he's very pretty. In a model type way, which means he's tall, and all cheekbones and long arms and legs. And then there's the guy on the train who, even though he only looks about twenty, is fairly cute. He's also tall, and he wears glasses, and up till a week or so ago, his hair was as long as mine (got to say, the haircut's an improvement).

I happened to tell Laura about both of them because, well, it's been ages since I've seen anyone I fancied anywhere, so...yeah. So now both she and the boss' wife are taking the mickey out of me about it. But I don't mind. Except that yesterday they would not stop going on about train guy (even Pearce got in on, telling me I should just ask the guy out for a drink because apparently guys like that). The boss' wife even offered to lend me the dog for the purposes of getting him to talk to me* (wouldn't be any good if he was allergic, though). They kept it up all flipping day, even though we established early on that I have no self-confidence.

I just...I don't even know.

(And like I say, it doesn't bother me - this sort of thing's been happening for years. But I dunno. I wanted to share. I don't think anything will happen because pretty boy is too pretty, and I bet the guy on the train really is twenty).

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I played Spot The Mutant today (otherwise known as watching X3). It makes my wee shipper heart happy (for reasons dreximgirl will hit me for, but I don't care. Jean/Logan is like my uber-OTP. Been into it for longer than I care to remember; for longer than I ever knew what an OTP was. Y'all can blame the original Fox cartoon because fuck I got the vibes off that when I was much much younger and they haven't stopped since. And I regret nothing. NOTHING).

I was actually going to watch it the other week, when I was watching the Wolverine film, but I forgot. Or something. Whatever. Finally managed it. Bloody thing nearly made cry. Twice. Damnit.

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*I can just imagine that. "Yeah, I'm sorry he wee'd on your leg...He gets a bit excited around new people. Also he's not the world's smartest dog. Uh, sorry about that."