Bruce

I'm under no misguided notion that this blog is for anyone besides me, so I have no qualms about writing what I think or feel in a single (drunken) moment. And so, I write of "Bruce".

As any logical writer writes under a pseudonym I grant the same anonymity to the people who enter my life. And so I write about Bruce. A man I work with for whom I have an incredible attraction and with whom I have a ridiculous affinity.

I find him offensively charming but kind, generous, and funny all at the same time. He makes me laugh, and on occasion want to pull my hair out, but without ever making me feel too stupid for feeling this way. Though I do often wonder if it's all in my head.

He's one of those men who can make you feel like the only person in the room one minute only to take it away a split second later. Not because he's harsh or cruel, but because he surely doesn't know the affect he has on me. How could he? I like to think I'm more subtle than that though I'm probably not.

He makes me wonder if there is someone out there for everyone and what to do if the person you connect with has already been taken by someone else. Because he's married. And whilst he's almost certainly not my 'one' given he's married, he's the only person I can think to share my secrets with. I have no secrets but the way I want him to be in my life. Thank goodness he'll never be able ro see what's truly in my mind when I raise an eyebrow and give a sly smile.

I can only think that he's been petrified by this post. Because what man wouldn't be?

PS. He gives me butterflies.