Susie Self-Control

I deserve a medal, seriously. 11 times now I have resisted attacking the scrumptious Andalusian grad. student in the hall or the elevator. What has saved him (or me, depending on your perspective) each time is that, visual delectibility aside, he isn't talking when we are near each other. The key is having only one sense interest piqued at a time. That notwithstanding, even just hearing him can start some interesting rumblings inside, but luckily whenever I've heard him speaking Spanish (with that oh so velvety and nostalgic castellano accent of his) he has been out of sight and I've been seated at my desk so my wobbly knees have not been an issue. I'm sure if I were on my feet and he said something within earshot I'd crumple on the floor in a pile of frissons.

Anyway, I hereby absolve myself of responsibility for whatever I may do if/when faced with the in-person double-whammy of sight and sound. Let it be known that if he actually speaks Spanish around me one of these days in the elevator together or passing in close proximity in the hall, I can not well speak for my actions.

He dicho.