How did I met my foxy lady?

I was riding a bus to work when I saw this lady in the front seat. She’s Jimi Hendrix’s foxy lady! She is very attractive and I will do everything to make her mine. I mean almost anything! (lol) But I have to think and behave as a law-abiding citizen. It would be very funny and disgusting at the same time if I will be imprisoned for sexual harassment. I really want to kiss her! (lol) I’m no maniac (defensive state) so I subdue my libido and alter my attention into something productive like writing a poem to her, as follows;

480 words
Of love and despair
Your face, your lips, you hair
Nothing to compare

480 words
Of beauty and fire
Your laugh sounds like a lyre
Ethereal is my desire

480 words
Of distinct attraction
Like another potion
Of your lovely motion

I wrote this on a piece of paper with my name and phone number and slip it to her bag like a street snatcher. I felt a sudden relief as the bus stopped and I ran very fast to the office because I’m half-hour late already. I get my self ready for another boring day of work.

By 12 noon, I received a chat message that we will have a team meeting at 3 PM with regard to the task this week and a new supervisor.

As usual, I’m late at the team meeting and the lady that led the discussion is our new supervisor – Ms. Rachel Florida. Yes, the same lady I idolize in the bus this morning. How embarrassing! I will not go to work tomorrow!