consider me the owner and sole proprietor of the aforementioned shop.
so there's this asian lady at work who sits diagonally from me. she's probably late 30s/early 40s and has an enormous rack, offset by a busted face, which is really neither here nor there but factual. she tends to wear clothes that accentuate said rack; incredibly tight tank tops and low cut blouses are mainstays in her rotation. adding to that is the fact that she has a natural bounce in her walk (or maybe unnatural, i don't know) that makes those puppies jiggle and shimmy like a plate of jello on top of a washing machine. i would estimate that roughly 31.6% of the time, she doesn't wear a bra. all of this i like.
so there's also a dude who sits a few cubes down that is roughly my age. normal looking dude, pretty good dresser, seems pretty funny. on the days when the asian lady wears something particularly ogle-worthy, i've been shooting him emails, like "hey you gotta check (asian lady) out today. hoo-boy". just childish nonsense, which is par for the course with me. he usually writes back and has made reference to making a drive-by to check it out. i think he even gave me a thumbs up one time as he passed my office.
anyway, i found out today that he's gay and i guess fairly open about it. what a douchebag i am. maybe i'll make it up to him by pointing out a nice package or something, i don't know. ass.