The guy I fancy is sitting near my desk in our glass walled meeting room and because of the screen, I can only see his torso.. I can see the muscles through his shirt and I can't stop staring! I've done no work since! Lol
Well I suspect I already have throat cancer, if that answers your question Skreeche.
Oooh Wardy, I have the perfect dress for your party. Do I get to drape myself off your arm all night like the dolly birds in a Bond movie? Rubes can have the other arm. Until we spot a bit of eye-candy of course, in which case you'll be stranded before you can say, "....erm"
Oh sorry Annie... I know who he is... he works with me.. but he was in the meeting room and I couldn't see his face... so he didn't know I was drooling which is good!
If I pay for the whole thing and put everyone up for the night, then surely I decide who I shall share a bed with!!!!! She can naturally have a little say in the matter, but I will rule the roost. I could have it at my house, but my folks is bigger, and I shall be there house sitting the bloody dog!!!!