Wore a new tight sweater to the office today, and all day I felt like someone's eyes were glued to my back. After work, he finally mustered the courage to come talk to me, but his fingers were trembling with nerves... I deliberately bent over to organize some papers, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down, and honestly, I just wanted to pin him against the copier and make him use that hard little thing to push me over the edge. Too bad he couldn't even string a complete sentence together. What a letdown.