Straight guys in the midst

When you work in an office comprised almost entirely of women and gay men, there is no bigger event than the appearance of a Cute Straight Guy. I've seen one around the office for weeks now -- he looks like he just rolled out of bed, in Seattle, sometime around 1993. I've made some attempts to figure out who he is, but to no avail. Sometimes, we run into one another at the coffee machine. I smile and hurriedly manage a weak "hi" before I have to flee for fear I will start blushing. Oh, and he doesn't look a day over 16.

I had the opportunity to discuss Cute Straight Guy with some of the other gals in the office. There was much excited chatter and speculation as to whether he's a full-timer, a consultant, a stray skateboarder from the street…suddenly, we all realized there are two Cute Straight Guys. Not nearly enough to bring happiness to the throng of single women in the office, but certainly better than just one. Who knows? More may be lurking elsewhere.

The best news? I'm the only one who thinks my Cute Straight Guy is cute -- the other ladies thinks he's a tad "rumpled." This improves my odds considerably.

Anyone who worked with me at my last job knows I'm not above dating a (several) coworker(s). Looks like I have some investigative work to do.