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I'm a Dork
Jul. 11th, 2006 07:01 am
There is a man that works somewhere at the Excalibur... I've seen him from time to time, enough to feel attracted to him, enough to entertain fantasies about him, but over the past two days I've come within physical proximity to him and I like his looks even better close-up.
He's tall and well-built, with chestnut-brown hair and dark eyes, and Mediterranean-brown skin. For some reason (his uniform plays a part in this I know) I think of him as being somehow gypsyish. He looks like he should be a juggler or some other circus/carnival performer - not an acrobat, he's too big for that, but maybe an animal handler or a... well, a juggler. He wears glasses, so he kind of looks like the tv-show version of Daniel Jackson on SG-1 (not the David Spader of the Stargate movie). He looks like the tv Daniel a lot, actually - and I've found that Daniel Jackson/John Crighton (of Farscape) are incredibly attractive to me.
I was leaving the hotel yesterday morning when I realized that I had let the door swing behind me when there was someone close to it, and I wheeled around to catch it with a hurried, "ohmygodsi'msosorry" that sort of tapered off & was followed by a deep breath when I realized that I had shut the door in Mr. Gypsy's face... I walked beside him to the next door & he held that one for me, and I slowed down so he could walk out slightly ahead of me. I like to look at mens' backs and he looks quite dashing in his hunter green vest and white blousy shirt and black pants that make up his uniform. So I just kept walking behind him as he passed the truck where Rob sat, oblivious to me making puppy-dog eyes at the guy I was following.
So this morning my pinks were sent to the wrong place & I had to rush through the casino to their errant destination, irritated & annoyed that I had been inconvenienced not once, but twice, this week, worried that my delay would make me have to go up to room reservations to get my report numbers... when, lo & behold, fate threw me a bone. There was Mr. Gypsy himself! I was quite forgiving of the annex for sending me to the very location where my unsuspecting infatuation was slaving away. So now I just have to come up w/excuses to walk by his post every night... Call me a stalker, I don't care, I like to look at this man & don't see anything wrong with that. He looks like his name should be something like Vitorio or Stefan or Dimitry... or maybe Dominic... and I want to breathe it into the back of his ear as I nibble on his neck & run my fingers through his hair.
He's tall and well-built, with chestnut-brown hair and dark eyes, and Mediterranean-brown skin. For some reason (his uniform plays a part in this I know) I think of him as being somehow gypsyish. He looks like he should be a juggler or some other circus/carnival performer - not an acrobat, he's too big for that, but maybe an animal handler or a... well, a juggler. He wears glasses, so he kind of looks like the tv-show version of Daniel Jackson on SG-1 (not the David Spader of the Stargate movie). He looks like the tv Daniel a lot, actually - and I've found that Daniel Jackson/John Crighton (of Farscape) are incredibly attractive to me.
I was leaving the hotel yesterday morning when I realized that I had let the door swing behind me when there was someone close to it, and I wheeled around to catch it with a hurried, "ohmygodsi'msosorry" that sort of tapered off & was followed by a deep breath when I realized that I had shut the door in Mr. Gypsy's face... I walked beside him to the next door & he held that one for me, and I slowed down so he could walk out slightly ahead of me. I like to look at mens' backs and he looks quite dashing in his hunter green vest and white blousy shirt and black pants that make up his uniform. So I just kept walking behind him as he passed the truck where Rob sat, oblivious to me making puppy-dog eyes at the guy I was following.
So this morning my pinks were sent to the wrong place & I had to rush through the casino to their errant destination, irritated & annoyed that I had been inconvenienced not once, but twice, this week, worried that my delay would make me have to go up to room reservations to get my report numbers... when, lo & behold, fate threw me a bone. There was Mr. Gypsy himself! I was quite forgiving of the annex for sending me to the very location where my unsuspecting infatuation was slaving away. So now I just have to come up w/excuses to walk by his post every night... Call me a stalker, I don't care, I like to look at this man & don't see anything wrong with that. He looks like his name should be something like Vitorio or Stefan or Dimitry... or maybe Dominic... and I want to breathe it into the back of his ear as I nibble on his neck & run my fingers through his hair.
