Office Pimp

So I think I finally know who my secret admirer is....

I'm at work yesterday, still filling in for the sick receptionist, sitting up front, answering the phones. I hear one of the lobby doors open and turn around to see that cross-eyed creepy-looking Arab guy that works in one of the labs walking towards me. In the back of my head, this little voice is screaming "No Please No." I just know what's coming.

Sure enough, he walks up to me and says "Your name is Melissa right?"

"Close, it's Marissa. With an 'R'."

"Oh yes. I remember your name. Do you know my name?"

I know there is a look of pure anguish on my face at this moment. "Um, no. I can't remember. I'm sorry."

"It's Yousef."

"Sorry. Hi Yousef."

"If I give you my cell phone number, will you promise to call me?" He pulls out his business card, and written in bright blue ink at the top is his personal cell number. I think I cringed.

"I don't think I can do that. I don't think it's allowed. My job, you know. I'm sorry."

He just says okay and walks out the opposite door.

This has me pretty sure he is the one that sent the flowers. Even though he said my name wrong, and whoever sent the flowers knew exactly how to spell my name. But I think it highly unlikely that there is more than one person at my work demented enough to find me attractive in my work uniform. Not many men go for that look.

You know, it's funny. When I first found out about the flowers, and Mandi and Jax asked me who I thought it could be, my mind immediately thought of Yousef. It thought "God, please don't let it be him!" I think I jinxed myself on that one.