I'm sorry your name badge was turned around backwards so i couldn't read it and address you by name, but...thank you. Thank you for smiling at me when you saw me staring at you. My gaze was stuck to you as a sticky bun is stuck to your finger. I realize you didn't mean anything by your smile and nod of your head, but to be friendly to a customer, but the smile and nod set off so many immediate, erotic, exotic and unmentionable thoughts in my head, that I couldn't even concentrate on the newspaper I had brought to read while I ate. All I could do whilst shoving a grilled chicken caeser salad and ham and swiss sandwich into my mouth was watch you, and imagine what COULD be. And it made for a fantastically blissful lunchtime fantasy.
*SIGH*
Yeah, it's true I have no life. A very vivid imagination, indeed, but no life.
Oh, like YOU'VE never stared at someone hot to the exclusion of all else! Don't judge me.
NOTE: that is NOT the red headed guy from Panera Bread in the above photo, but he IS a red head, and a damn cute one at that, and his hair IS similar in color and style to the guy in Panera Bread, so I put him there as a helpful visual aid.
POLT = listening to "Head Like A Hole" by Nine Inch Nails
I tune out self pity, it makes my dick soft. - Brian, Queer As Folk
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