Not at first sight

It was never love at first sight. Frankly, I don't know if I believe those exist, still on the fence about love as a concept. I know that if you spend enough time with someone, there's a tendency you'll love the person a bit more.

I think OJ goes out of his way to be annoying. Tell me why he shoved me out of his way the first day we met. We were consulting on a case and he had to step out, there was room enough for 3 of him to pass, but he had to shove me out of his way. Normally I would have said something, but that day I was too shocked too, and honestly, I wasn't sure he had all his marbles. I know for a fact that mad people are roaming the streets, disguising themselves as sane people. Yes, we're all a little mad, but it's hard to tell who's violent in his madness. Lord knows I'm not interested in finding out with a fist in my face. I tend to assume that everyone I meet could be violently mad until proven otherwise. I digress, this story isn't about the kinds of madness there are.

OJ shoved me, and I let him. He returned from his call and came back to the room. He didn't even attempt to apologise or make an excuse for his behaviour. It was almost like he didn't realize he'd done it, meaning he just might be going around the world shoving people and maybe punching those that didn't get out of his way fast enough. I vowed to avoid him, I have no experience with fighting and I wasn't ready to gain some experience. Sadly, I had to work closely with him for the next few weeks.

It didn't take long for the others to notice the open hostility I had towards him. Every morning I walked in, I would smile and greet everyone but him. And get this, he had the effrontery to reciprocate! He was supposed to apologise or make an effort to try to win me over! How can he be sweet and friendly to everyone but me! I became hyperaware of everything he did.

Tell me why this man wears long-sleeved shirts and then proceed to fold them up to his forearms, if not to seduce good women like me. Don't let me get started on how he emphasizes flexing his muscles. Yes, we can all see your muscles and chest, give it a rest! Under different circumstances, he would be my type- dark-skinned bearded beauty that he is, with eyes a lighter shade of brown, hazel I think- but I steeled myself. The attraction I felt for him only made me hate him more. He looked too good to be disliked by me. I love fine men. Nonetheless, I refused to be the first to call a truce. I couldn't give him the satisfaction, I needed him to beg.

Two weeks, three days and fourteen hours after he shoved me, he cracked. I don't know how to quantify how happy I felt that he cracked first. Almost as happy as I felt the day my childhood crush admitted to crushing on me too, we ended up dating for 6 months before he move, but I digress again.

I love that he went straight to the point, no dillydallying. He claimed to have shoved me unconsciously, that he'd never shove a beautiful girl like me. That line was all it took to forgive him. To be candid, I forgave him a long time ago, I was just irritated by his ability to ignore me for so long. Once again, my charm and beauty brought another man to his knees.

Now, He's turning me into one of those people that have trysts in the workplace. We're in the middle of a meeting with people from other departments and he's whispering in my ear! I mean, who thinks it's a good idea to mix business with pleasure? Not me, at first, for so many years. I looked down on people that did things like this with a superior air, I wrongly assumed I was above it. I'm almost ashamed of who I've become, a woman blatantly having a physical, raw physical relationship with a coworker.

I have to confess, I see the appeal of having a work husband. I'm most certainly enjoying it. Perhaps he makes a great work husband because he's a real-life husband to his wife.