In a sad turn of events, it seems that my work crush (well...one of them) is gone. It was inevitable, really; he was a student intern. I called him "Shuttle Boy" because I only ever saw him on the shuttle to and from the Metro. He looked a bit like James Franco and once he wore glasses. There were a couple of days when, on the shuttle after work, he wore gym clothes. Sure, he's probably only 22 (note that he's a student intern, which usually means grad school), but still, he's dreamy.
Fare thee well, Shuttle Boy. You gave me motivation to go to work--I mean, heck, you made part of the commute fun!
Posted by Barb at August 19, 2006 05:03 PM | TrackBack