Gaf, I have a bit of a problem. I started a new job a month ago at a postal center, and I have been working here a month now. The pay is good and the hours are nice.
Now, you may be asking "Hold on, this is dating-gaf, not some job-brag thread!" Well, here comes my problem. We have a girl here at work, who looks like a goddess. You ever encountered a person who is so stunningly beautiful, that you cannot even start to fanthom to talk to her? Yep, shes just like that.
Ordinarily I have had no problem to start a conversation with other people. Although they might usually be pretty akward and clunky, I have never been afraid of it. But now, when I even think about her saying hello to me, cannot think of anything to say to her, let alone asking her something. With other girls I can talk about a lot of stuff and keep the conversation up, but when she comes close to me, I go all
Now, I have no need to get to know her. I have no special need to get into relationship in general, and quite frankly I have a ton of other things to do. But we work on different conveyor belts, and I have stare at her pretty ass all day long for a month now, and they can on worst case scenario put me on the same coveyor belt than she is on. And I fear that one day I'm gonna lose it and do something...radical, which I'm going to regret later on.
Also worth mentioning. Whenever I get put close to her or to same working station, I usually get transmitted farther away from. For example, on the work order list today, I was positioned on the same working station as her, but was told that I was moved to another platform, and after I had left some other guy took my place. And of course they start to talk, which I always have mixed feelings of. On the other hand it gets me away from her, so I can gather my thoughts. But on the other hand my paranoif self tells me that ""Gasp" It must be destiny taht we never talk to eachother!"
Extra: Funny thing happened to me a couple of days ago. We were working normally on the conveyor belts, as usual, and she was positioned on the opposite side. And she was wearing a very loose sweater. Now, we usually have to reach to some objects which are farther away on the belt. And I am there, doing my job and minding my own business, when I gaze my eyes open the other platform and holeey shit. A cleavage that would make a dead mans pocket spring up, and her boobs dangling and bouncing in every direction...
Now obviously I get a raging boner, but luckily we stand on platforms that can be raised and lowered. So I started to lower the platform while I was gazing into the void, until I couldnt be seen under the waist. For the rest of the day I looked at everything else but her, for I was so ashamed of the whole ordeal despite no one knew nothing about it. I still get haunted by those cursed magic mammaries.