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Confusion in Infatuation; Emotions are truly the masters of reason

 The minute Jacques looked in to her eyes, his heart started thumping faster, blood rushed to his head and his knees grew weak. It was a sunny morning and he was standing in the middle of an office building. Warm light slightly filtered through the small windows on each wall and there was the slight buzzing and muttering of people everywhere around him. The office floor was roughly the size of 2 football grounds placed lengthwise and it was already beginning to show some wear and tear from the years it had been in operation. More than 30 years by Jacques’s calculations, this was the head office and had been built the same time the company came into existence. Jacques slightly jerked his head to get his thoughts back on track. Who was this woman who had just caught his eye? What about her was calling out to him? He maintained his stare and she matched it looking him straight into his eyes daring him to break eye contact. 

He walked back to his seat after the stare down with the girl he might potentially be falling for and out of the corner of his eyes he noticed her chatting with a couple of her colleagues in the corner of the floor. He chose to ignore it and tried to push it out of his mind. You always do this, catch someone’s eye and start falling in love with them. He put on some music on his earphones to try and distract himself. He soon fell into the casual rhythm of keys tapping away on his keyboard. As he answered numerous emails, his mind went back to the moment. What was about her that he found so attractive? 

She was definitely not the first woman in the office and she was also not the prettiest he had ever seen. He had talked to and gone out with much better looking women in his perspective and he reminded himself that beauty is subjective and lies in the eye of the beholder. He still continued on with the thought comforting himself by muttering that even if he couldn’t have her, at least whatever she awakened in him can be analyzed and processed and led to a deeper understanding of self. So it was certainly not looks. She was definitely stunning, the way the sunlight hit her hair, yet it wasn’t what had spell bound him. 

It certainly wasn’t her physique, she was quite adequate in almost all characteristics; a slim waist, an ample bosom, yet this also didn’t feel like the answer. Jacques looked up to find his manager standing in front of him, muttering something on the phone. 

He decided to remove his earphones and wait for her phone call to end, so that he could inquire why she had come to his desk. His manager, an overweight, sweaty and pudgy woman by the name of Sandra was quite a good natured woman on average. She had her moods in which she would throw tantrums and had anger fits but except for those, she was relatively fine manager. Jacques had seen worse, much worse. 

Sandra barked at him, clearly she was in one of her moods to ask about one of his daily tasks. Jacques succeeded in providing a satisfactory response and after a bit of banter about how everyone except them seemed to be incompetent, she inquired whether he would like a smoke. Jacques pondered for a minute and then nodded affirmatively. He had a bad habit of not saying no to anyone and especially if the situation entailed a manger asking him for a smoke. If movies or tv shows were anything to go by, smoke breaks are where true friends are made. He had found numerous examples of this within his life. Almost all of his friends shared similar vices as him and all of the friendships he had until then had originated from sharing a vice. Whether it be cursing when he was in 7th grade and trying to be accepted or smoking when he was in the 9th grade even though he never really enjoyed it. It was only recently when he had started working a full time job that he had also taken up smoking full time. He chuckled to himself as he got up from his seat, grabbed his box of cigarettes and lead the way to the smoking area. Sandra followed. 



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