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Monday, Jul. 28, 2003 - 10:16 p.m. THE DAILY GRIND Today I had to move to change floors in our office building because a new person joined our project team. It resulted in a realignment of where we would work, I guess based in part on our experience. My coworker, another young bachelor living in Hammond, switched places with me. While I was not thrilled about moving to his floor and taking his spot, he was not thrilled about leaving it. The reason: college interns. His floor had a few college girls he would flirt with on a regular basis. He openly admits he has to be careful though because our office is very sensitive about associating with agency personnel. Now I am in his position, though my concentration will be on work, and not college interns. Perhaps I will loosen up and start flirting too. I cannot stop thinking about that girl in red grinding me. Not that I have any crush on her or anything. It was the look on the other guys' faces when we were doing it that sticks in my mind. I remember looking to the left of the dance floor at all the guys standing along the side, watching everything going on. I remember that at one time I was in their place, wondering if I could ever be grinded by an attractive woman. Then I remember their eyes. They were not looking at me or her. Their glazed-over eyes were entranced on my crotch grinding her rear. Mondays are always rather boring days. Though I did some thinking today, maybe I will be better able to express my thoughts tommorrow. In the meantime, my bed calls. |