Pleasure of being a naughty old man
Maybe it's my age, but I've got very few guilty pleasures left. B3ta obviously - especially as I reserve it for work - yes I get paid for all my b3ta work. My trick is to write them as an email then copy and paste onto b3ta while half the screen is showing the 'history' - makes it much less obvious what site you're on. And the pleasure of making a 'most popular' - a pleasure I can't share with anyone (except you lot of course).

More pleasure and less guilt is printing off the 'best of' stories for last week's QOTW on a Friday morning and taking it to the pub at lunchtime to chortle over whilst supping a pint of Centurian's Ghost - does life get any better?

Currently though, I have a very guilty pleasure indeed. And I'm indulging in it again, right now. You see, around six months ago I noticed a girl at work. Just a girl, a very demure, shy-looking girl, but very pretty. She worked on the same floor as me (together with around 200 other people) though in a different team and a different department. As luck would have it, my desk is located very close to the toilets, and people wishing to use said facility nearly all have to pass me by. This meant that about twice a day, if I was at my desk and not too busy to notice, I would have the chance to glance up from my screen and either watch her back view disappear toilet-wards, and/or glance up to see her demure expression as she passed by on her way back to her desk about 75 feet north.

Gradually, I noticed other things about her: she trod very lightly - I never heard her walking up behind me - unlike some of the characters around here. I caught her eye once or twice and I swear she either blushed or smiled before looking down at the floor quickly. She always wore black trousers and usually a black top too. Her hair was dark and about shoulder length, her eyes dark too. If I were to try to describe her face, I'd say it had the sensuousness of a Caravaggio with the innocent naiveté of a Filippo Lippi madonna. Think Apollonia - the girl Michael Corleone fell in love with in Godfather II, but less startled doe and more kitten in the sunshine.

Anyway, this Monday, she started a new job: she is the PA/secretary for our department. We were formally introduced and now she sits in my line of sight, though about 20 feet away. Need I say more?

Not really, but I will. We were sent her c.v. before she started and not only is she 18 years younger than me but she was at the same school as my daughter, if 5 years above.

The guilty pleasure? Just looking at her - this morning I nearly groaned out loud when she sat at her desk eating a yoghurt. Well, a man can dream can't he? I certainly can.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 14:58, 8 replies)

Talk to her
If things go well you can have the guilty pleasure of seeing someone 18 years younger than you :)
(The Ginger Penguin la la la la la la, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 15:12, closed)

"this morning I nearly groaned out loud when she sat at her desk eating a yoghurt"
Click for that wonderful image..
(irv made you eat your parents in a chilli on, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 15:15, closed)

Click for Centurion's Ghost
Arguably the best beer York Brewery ever created.
(LongJohnBaldry, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 15:17, closed)

Reminds me of...
A curb your enthusiasm episode..
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 15:52, closed)

SNAP!
I do the e-mail cut and paste for reply's. I have a fairly open office so this helps with skives. Thanks for the `history' tip.
( DUMBLONDE is a rubber lover girl, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 16:05, closed)

^ Yep me too
I do that as well. It's also easier to spot mistakes / typos as the spellchecker automatically highlights them.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 13 Mar 2008, 16:37, closed)

That was the first Godfather
Remember she got blown up in the car?
(AlfishKK, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 19:51, closed)

^
Whoops - you're right of course.

Bada-bing!
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 14 Mar 2008, 9:02, closed)