At my work, there is about an equal ratio of men to women. Including the owners, there are 4 women and 3 men. It seems as each of those three men have crushes on me.

The owner, a guy who wouldn't know the word sexual harassment if the lawsuit slapped him right across his aging face, seems to flirt with me constantly. He's always teasing me about the men who seem to follow me around, always making some sly comment about my eyes or my shirt being too tight, etc. It does tend to make me feel a bit uncomfortable, but it hasn't crossed the line yet.

One of my co-workers is an aging playboy. You know the type. 40 years old, unhappily married with two kids. Used to be a stud, used to anonymously fuck anyone he wanted. I love toying with him. I flirt with everyone, that's for sure, but with him I usually flirt outwardly. I love yanking his chain. And he definitely wants me to yank it.

My favorite boy at work is the kid. He's 16 years old, total computer dork. To him, I'm a geek goddess. I know things about computers, I play Final Fantasy, I love horror movies. He follows me around like a puppy. It's adorable really, quite innocent.

How is it that I'm exactly what these three very different men find attractive? What do I have to offer to a graying business owner, an aging playboy and a teenage computer geek? I really am quite naive about things, sometimes. I know I'm cute, but I don't think I'm that fantastic.

I suppose none of that really matters. I am his everything, anyway. He's the only one I live to please, he's the only one I worry about making happy, I breathe because he wants me to. And the best thing about him is that he doesn't care. He wants what's best for me. It's so nice to be in a healthy relationship, for once in my life. I couldn't love anyone more.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Tuesday, May 31, 2005.