my innermost sanctum

open letter

to the workplace's american lawyer:

dear wotsit -

it's flattering to know that you've had been sneaking glances at me for the past couple of years. yes i do notice it, like this morning when i was in the gaffer's room and you turned to look inside while walking by. 'cos you saw me entering there moments ago.

also, like the other day while at the photocopying machine, you looked glassy-eyed, grinning like a bashful schoolboy. and then asking me some question or two which i confessed i didn't hear. apologies, it's not that i'm hard of hearing, i was taken aback by your behaviour.

correction, you were mumbling, that's why :D

i'm sure your aware that i return the compliment intermittently by purposely walking past your room. but that's all i can do. nothing more. although i am equally attracted to you, i have to draw the line given that your married with kids.

the fact that you play rugby on weekends, there's only one word i can utter: phwoar.

anways, a shame innit? oh well.

yours sincerely
the letter b