This day is dragging, am craving some recognition for my morning success AND I haven’t had a sighting of the office Italian in days

I should have mentioned him sooner, the office international playboy. You know the type… tall, dark, green eyes, untamed curls, sexy accent, always on a cell saying something probably so ordinary but in Italian plays out like porn star opera and makes each and every woman in my (new) office re-apply her lipstick at least 5 or so times a day, just in case they have a chance meeting with him by the copy machine.

I guess I should have mentioned him sooner, before he becomes, guy from my office, who I shared a cab with, who told me he hangs out in my neighborhood, usually on Sunday in a restaurant across the street and only 2 blocks from my apartment, that I am considering stalking, and definitely hoping to bump into by chance, when we are both drunk and somehow end up in my apartment making out. But for now he is office Italian, and the reason I have been trying to look my best for work.

Did I mention I joined the gym downstairs and am considering starting a bonfire of my entire existing wardrobe? You know how these Italian playboys are, they simply cannot desire a woman in last year’s fashions. I am not entirely sure, but suspect that he is the reason why the women here dress so well. I'm not totally sold on the flawless outfit as seduction so I am going to start with the lipstick approach first. If ruby red lips screaming to be kissed, matched with my thrilling personality don't lure him, I'm not sure high fashion outfits will help much.