The Vice President of the company I used to work for. He was a good looking man, but not gorgeous or anything--a New Yorker and really funny. I'm not sure if it was an attraction to his power or confidence or what, but I became a blubbering mess whenever he was around. He was a happily married, family-man type, so of course I never pursued anything. (Not to mention that dating co-workers is usually a pretty bad idea). It turns out that his wife and I have the same first and middle name, and my middle name is rather unusual--weird. He always went out of his way to say hello to me, and I caught him staring at me a couple times. If he wasn't married you never know what could have happened. A girl can dream, right? Ahhhh.
