He has the kind of voice that makes you swoon. I sometimes complicate my emails so that he'd have to come over and say the anticipated word that enters my body like a smooth, hot cup of cappuccino: "Hey."
If the entire cubicle row couldn't hear him, I'd swear he whispers it right in my ear.
He's make a great 'Hot Boyfriend' in any animated series.
And I have no idea if he's taller than me, or where he lives, or what makes him laugh. I don't really care. If Antonio Banderas worked with you, would you waste precious minutes asking him questions or measuring heights? Hell no. You'd let the man talk. I've become very good at "explain this" and "why did you" and "what is the best way of taking off a girl's clothes?" (just kidding). I'd make a good therapist for men with sexy voices. It's all about hitting the ball back in their court. I assume he totally knows what I'm up to, especially after I had him read through my copy out loud. You know, so I could make an objective opinion about the word "regulate" in the second paragraph (shockingly, I ended up using it). My boyfriend is rolling his eyes right now.
Outside of my loins, it took me an hour and a half to write an email to my grandparents. Thank the heavens for English-Lithuanian translator websites.
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