A kiss on the cheek can be, Oh so enticing, but …

Well, well, well. After a particularly ratty, hormonally driven hellish day yesterday, what started out as a fairly ordinary day today took a rather interesting turn this afternoon. Let’s just say that, for a woman who spends most of her life in the company of pin striped gentlemen most of whom are engaged in competitive corporate ladder jostling – to maintain if not enhance the current position, life can be pretty much a bore. But today, into this world strides a stranger. A stranger in blue jeans. A stranger with a twinkle in his eye. A stranger with an accent that would break your heart. A stranger with a creative soul. A stranger with a plethora of good stories and a sense of humour to boot. It was the highpoint of the year so far – a meeting that was actually fun. And when it was over, and I escorted the blue jeans hero off the premises, he planted a kiss on my cheek. A sweet gesture that put my heart a flutter briefly and left me in an extraordinarily good mood for the rest of the afternoon. I swear, I won’t wash my face for at least another 24 hours. Ah, what it is to be reminded of those younger hormones. Sadly, before you ask, as I know you feel tempted – I may see him again, but nothing will come of it. After all, Izzy is never unprofessional, now, is she?  ;-)