Let me tell you a little story ...
When Jack and I first met, I will admit seeing him as "a guy" was the last thing on my mind. First off, I wasn't shopping for one and secondly, he didn't seem interested in me at all. He was also pretty high up in the company where I hoped to be some day and all I was thinking about was how to impress him with my work, not my ass.
Then one day I had to go outside to get something - I don't know what - it doesn't matter. It was a beautiful spring day. We had come to work to do some OT on a Saturday. As I walked out the door, it hit me how great the sun felt and I stopped abruptly to stand in the sun, arms outstretched, head back for a minute.
It felt so good it made me do a little dance as I skipped down the sidewalk. I only got a few steps when I heard a bird singing. I stopped to see if I could find the bird in the tree. By the time I found the bird and it had flown away, I had forgotten what it was I was sent out to get.
So I turned around suddenly to go back in. That's when I caught him: he was looking at me with a look that was unmistakable. The first thought I had was he looked like a lion ready to pounce. It was pretty thrilling. I startled and I think I made a little squeeky noise, and then grinned ear to ear. He tried to recover, but it was too late.
I think I laughed and said something like, "caught you lookin!" When he tried to deny it, I wouldn't let him and told him I knew that look and it looked like he was ready to eat me up. I regretted that choice of words because as soon as they were out of my mouth, I was embarrassed. Still, it was pretty damn cool to see the look.
I found myself flirting with him just to get the thrill of that look again. Well, one thing led to another and you know the rest of the story.