Dear Tell All: My dilemma is that working, as I do, in a cubicle in an office in a building that is filled with what I call the young nubiles and considering I am well beyond the age of nubile attraction, it hurts me that there is one that has captivated me beyond the reasonable level of wanting to look down her low-buttoned shirt as often as possible and has burdened, nay, forced me to become acquainted with new music and new nightclubs and new topics of conversation simply to be allowed to stay in her presence for more extended periods of time than might be normal in our daily interactions which includes multiple forays past her workspace (needing fictitious reasons for such) and keeping a low profile so as to allay any suspicions which might cause myself great embarrassment since, to paraphrase Lolita, "between the age limits of 18 and 24 there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched co-workers, thrice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic" and, sadly, I have strayed into this realm of old dude lusting for the bubbler of youth which has caused (again, forced) me to disregard my career, my family and my dog in order to follow her around discreetly simply to observe the hip twitch or the corner mouth tongue (which appears during great concentration on her part) or the beguiling laughter that I assume is sometimes directed toward my person (yet in a positive way) since try as I might I cannot win the approval of her peers which makes her hide her true self yet I am certain that she loves me from afar though she may only think it is simple lust which would be fine with me at first considering the current stage of our relationship which finally brings me to my question set before you: How do I ask her what her name is?
I await your reply.
Flowering Cubicle
Dear Readers: Erm. Anyone want to say anything before I dial 911?
tellall@isthmus.com.
