I finally looked closely in his eyes. He's got these beautiful slate, gray blue eyes with golden specks. Am I melting yet?

Allow me to gush like the little "lovestruck" girl that I am for a minute.

We had the company lunch/BBQ today. Things pretty much sucked and the food was OK at best. But I got to sit next to Jay and M and the group joked around. M's wife called him on his cell and he told her about the BBQ. After the usual spiel from the CEO to work harder, faster, and efficiently without wasting any company money, we cut the cake in celebration of September babies. I saw M's wife talking to Jay and others and thought that was my in. (I wasn't 100% sure it was M's wife at the time. She's stunning!) I walked over to Jay and tapped him on his elbow to wave him to one side.

We were sitting very close next to one another at the fountain. (Am I insane to write a letter to the US government to petition for that locale to be declared "sacred ground" here on out?) He is just oozingly cute with his boyish charm. Up close, I saw the little chocolate cake residue on the far right corner of his soft, pink lips. I did everything I could to resist from looking, staring. When he spoke, I just wanted to sit and listen - no matter how irrelevant the topic.

Things could only get better if only he would come talk to me of his own volition more often. I know this would never happen. The man can't date because his girlfriend, wife, and mistress is his job. He is one hardcore, gung ho, motivated fellow. Me, on the other hand, not so much. I make plans and stick to them, but money's never been so important to me that I would dedicate all my time to the pursuit of it. We're complete opposites when it comes to our goals in life. I wish I could show him that taking things in moderation is a good thing, and he can show me how to get off my lazy, passive ass every now and then. It'd be a winning combo.

I noticed a torn up plastic bag flying around at the BBQ. It no longer had the bag shape and looked like just a long string with varying widths. When I looked over at him as the CEO droned on, I saw that he was looking at it, too. I blame this on Sam Raimi. Every time I see something floating around, I'll think, "What an American Beauty moment!" (Unless it's a feather, in which case, "How Forrest Gump!" and I start humming the theme.)

That's what it was today. Beauty. Beauty i sitting next to a man I like. Beauty in looking closely into his eyes. Beauty in the simple touches that social graces deem odd and strangely intimate. It was just beautiful.

I just hope no one gets shot in my story.