... also, I'm a grown-arse executive in my thirties and neither naive enough to buy into the Cinderella narrative nor invested enough to throw a successful career over board.
He's not, technically, even my type. I like my men tall, dark and handsome as well as intelligent. He's most definitely intelligent. And, I'd argue, handsome - but then I've a stupid crush on him so, of course I'd think so!
No particular reason why: we've worked together for a number of years. I've always liked him for his pragmatic stance on things - and that was it. Then, after a few months of forcible isolation from all colleagues, we went for lunch.
At which point my brain went into "OMFG, I love you, though!" mode. I genuinely think this is just human psychology playing tricks on me and that I never would have seen him in THAT way had he not, quite accidentally, become a stand-in for "human, male, alive and bothered enough to come see you in person".
Still, I haven't been able to sleep for the last three days thinking about him. He's not available. Neither am I. One of us would lose a job. It's definitely not on. I just really want it to be.
Someone PLEASE, pretty please talk some sense into me.