Quitter

I want to quit my job...but not for the obvious reasons! I want to quit my part-time job because I am a smitten kitten. I don't believe in dating people you work with. I think it gets to messy.

With that said, there is a feller, Gym, at my evening job who makes me a little swoony. He is sooooo physically my type....dark hair, dark eyes, 5 o'clock shadow, muscular arms....just writing this makes me swoon! I greatly enjoy talking with him. Each time I work, more specifically on Thursday nights (kids don't come until later) we talk more and more and I get to know more about him. In my mind I like to attribute it to Thursday date nights! HA! Besides just simply his personal background, age, interests, etc., I am getting to know his personality. I know the little things like he is not a morning person, much as myself. I know his kind/caring side. I know he is there for his friends. These are little bits about him that I see while watching his interactions with patrons and co-workers.

Last night was the moment that I melted. He's clearly a lover of children. When we talk we often have discussions about the kids, things they say and do. When there is no one up front, he often comes back to the day care to check in with the kids, tease them, play with them. We both have the same favorite kids. He is smitten with the baby that I too am smitten with. Last night we had a brand new baby come. She was 5 months old and adorable. She was a chunky monkey though with her fat baby cheeks and legs. She was rather heavy truth be told. She had what appeared to be a mohawk from the way her hair was growing in. Gym decided he needed to get a closer look so he came up to me while I was holding her. He was running his hands through her hair. Uh hello??? Sweetness!! Then I mentioned how heavy she was so he asked to hold to see if I was exaggerating I suppose. That's the moment right there.....He sweetly took her from my arms and wrapped her close to his chest. He was rubbing her chubby cheeks and bouncing her up and down. I was ready to scream, "Here's my two week notice. Will you marry me???"

I must start looking for a new part time job. It is imperative for my swoon that I not work with this contradiction of machismo and tenderness!