Office girl officially testing me.

This office girl who gives the finger wave-- continues to do so-- The familiarity component of the flirting that's going on has reached a new level. There's an unstated acceptance between us that we're interested in each other-- and yet nothing has taken place really, other than glances, smiles and waves-- as though there's a mental telepathy or natural wavelength resonance happening that automatically tells our lower brains-- "this one's good. ". It's a startling thing to go through. It's as if we've known each other before-- yet we hardly have talked at all. It makes me wonder what the hell is going on. Ultimately, it's nature calling, saying "go forth and multiply". I hesitate to advance this flirt situation because I know nature is hijacking me for this purpose. This might be why some cryos have cut their testicles off-- not that I'm considering it-- but it would clearly stop the situation. I'm more playful than that-- and will likely continue to flirt--- but stay in orbit-- a safe distance away-- without landing on that alien planet. Yellow alert! Whoooop ! Whoooop! Captain-- alien female lifeform detected. On screen. [+]

I think she's "casing" me-- testing me-- a few innocuous comments and questions indicate that-- dual purpose kinds of things. I know the method. The girls read Cosmo and that's a manual on how to get a guy. Their methods are refined beyond all expectation... For example, recent cover featured "23 ways to get him into bed". Twenty three ways?? Yikes! What kinds of "tricks" does the alien womb-man species have up her sleeve? It's truly frightening on one level.

Here's a song dedicated to her this morning. [+]