In case anyone was wondering; yes, it is entirely possible to develop an embarrassing school boy crush on a work colleague late into your thirties.
"But wait!" I hear you ask. "Aren't you asexual, and aromantic?!"
Why, yes I am. The fantasy is entirely in my head, and there it shall remain.
But it is quite a nice fantasy.
He's autistic, too. It does feel like he is the only person at work who understands when I'm overwhelmed.
Anyone else up for two extremely awkward, short, male, middle-aged science teachers dancing around each other in a school lab after the kids have gone home?


















