the outlook express
Everyday, I've been coming back to that vision: the beautiful man washing the window of my office on the seventieth floor. That beautiful, beautiful man, I wish he would come again. How often do window cleaners clean every window of a building, anyway? Hopefully frequently. I just want to see his gorgeous face again.
It's just so hard: to come here each day. I suppose everyone goes through that same thing, though. Maybe I'm just weak. Or maybe it's just my goddamn husbands fault for always arguing with me over nothing. Perhaps he's just stressing me out too much. I really wish divorce wasn't such a long and expensive process. If I could, I would just divorce that bastard and marry that beautiful Latino window cleaner. Oh, why won't you be mine mystery window cleaner?
I've been needing to use the bathroom for the past twenty minutes, but the window cleaner came at this same time of the day last time. I don't want to risk missing him. But I really need to use the bathroom. Do I have a bottle? Oh, what am I thinking, that's crazy.
But I don't want to miss him if he comes. Oh, fuck. Um.
Okay, I'll go use the bathroom. But be fast Mary, he could come any minute now.
Relief is good. Always good. One of the few natural pleasures of life: bladder relief. Okay, wipe quickly Mary, we don't have all day! Rush, rush, rush.
Okay. Did he come? Hopefully not. I can't see him out of the window in any direction, so either he came and left or he's just not here yet. Or maybe he isn't even working today. Oh don't be so negative. Maybe I should just do some work. That's where I am anyway, work, right? So I'll work. That'll keep my mind occupied until he comes.
But what if I become too focused on the spreadsheet. Oh, fuck. I'll play minesweeper. Minesweeper is always good. Yes. Oh no! Three bombs touching this one!? Woah!
Is... is that who I think it is? After an hour of minesweeper he finally comes! Oh my god! Oh! Hes just so gorgeous. I'm going to smile at him.
He smiled back!
Oh, well it looks like I have a memory to masturbate to tonight. I hope he comes tomorrow.
What if he doesn't remember me?
It's just so hard: to come here each day. I suppose everyone goes through that same thing, though. Maybe I'm just weak. Or maybe it's just my goddamn husbands fault for always arguing with me over nothing. Perhaps he's just stressing me out too much. I really wish divorce wasn't such a long and expensive process. If I could, I would just divorce that bastard and marry that beautiful Latino window cleaner. Oh, why won't you be mine mystery window cleaner?
I've been needing to use the bathroom for the past twenty minutes, but the window cleaner came at this same time of the day last time. I don't want to risk missing him. But I really need to use the bathroom. Do I have a bottle? Oh, what am I thinking, that's crazy.
But I don't want to miss him if he comes. Oh, fuck. Um.
Okay, I'll go use the bathroom. But be fast Mary, he could come any minute now.
Relief is good. Always good. One of the few natural pleasures of life: bladder relief. Okay, wipe quickly Mary, we don't have all day! Rush, rush, rush.
Okay. Did he come? Hopefully not. I can't see him out of the window in any direction, so either he came and left or he's just not here yet. Or maybe he isn't even working today. Oh don't be so negative. Maybe I should just do some work. That's where I am anyway, work, right? So I'll work. That'll keep my mind occupied until he comes.
But what if I become too focused on the spreadsheet. Oh, fuck. I'll play minesweeper. Minesweeper is always good. Yes. Oh no! Three bombs touching this one!? Woah!
Is... is that who I think it is? After an hour of minesweeper he finally comes! Oh my god! Oh! Hes just so gorgeous. I'm going to smile at him.
He smiled back!
Oh, well it looks like I have a memory to masturbate to tonight. I hope he comes tomorrow.
What if he doesn't remember me?
