Anyway, like I said, this is on my desk at work, right smack dab in my line of vision, so that when I look up from my keyboard, I am greeted with this gorgeous bit of eye candy, staring straight at me with that "Come here, darlin'," look in his eye. Now, my boss -- Dave -- saw it one day and, not being familiar with Mr. D., pointed at the photo and asked, "Who's that?" I am unsure if he thought the mystery man could be an "actual" love interest, or if he was thinking that I was just too dang old to have a framed picture of an actor prominently displayed on my desk. I like to fancy he was thinking the "love interest" angle.
So, in my sweetest -- translation: condescending voice, I politely explained that men have their fantasy football, fantasy baseball, fantasy NASCAR, fantasy "this and that" leagues, and that this was my own particular brand of fantasy club. Then I concluded by telling him that I knew what I "needed" to get me through the day...and that he should just leave me bloody well alone and let me do my job. Well, maybe I didn't say that last part out loud...a girl does need to remain gainfully employed after all. Actually, Dave is a good guy, and I have worked for him for almost ten years now, so he is used to my -- shall we say -- forthright utterances.
More work stuff to follow, but for now and without further ado or explanation, I share with you an absolutely luscious photo of my main man...Bobby!
Not sure who gets the credit for this one. I purchased it a long time ago, but probably "captured" this photo on eBay.
3 comments:
I'm sitting at the teacher's console in an IT suite at a school looking at a picture of the lovely Vincent, so I can identify totally with your situation.
Yep, he sits on my desk too - I wish ;0)
LOL! It's amazing we get anything done with the number of us ogling our guy all day at work. Makes me wonder just how many of us are out there.
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