If you've been with me for a while, you may remember about a year ago, a man walked past my desk who I quickly dubbed Poetry Pants.
Not to his face, of course; I'm shy. ::blinks innocently:: (I am TOO shy!)
Then this past week or so, there was a huge production going on at work and while I was helping out one day, a man walked in to the lounge and my tongue almost dropped to the floor.
No, seriously. I had to make sure my mouth was closed. And while I probably seem like I perv on a lot of guys, there are very few out there that actually make my tongue fall out.
What were his pants like? I… don't really know. I failed in that respect. I was too busy trying to make sure the roomful of people were taken care of that I couldn't spend the normal amount of time just ogling a beautiful looking man.
Oh! And in our IT department, there's this really cute guy who ALSO has poetry pants but I think he's gay. He's just really well put together. If he's not gay, then his mom raised a really tidy kid who really knows how to wear his pants where they're supposed to go.
My gaydar is so off right now. I blame tv.