Deborah Lipp

Speaking of co-workers, one of our consultants is very handsome. Very handsome. In a Mohinder Suresh kind of way.

A few weeks ago, I started to realize that Mohinder has kind of a crush on me. Always laughs when I make a little aside in a meeting, always gives me a big, cheery hello in the mornings, always big beautiful eyes and a dazzling smile. It just feels like he’s paying extra attention to me.

At the same time, I keep telling myself, that’s how beautiful people make you feel. That’s what their power is. When you have those eyes and that smile, everyone feels like it’s especially dazzling when pointed at them.

But still.

(Oh my GODS he just did it again. “Hi Deb.” Big smile. Raised eyebrows. Eye contact. Oh. My. Gods.)

I’ve been working late for days and days. Hell of a project. Here every night until seven. And the other night, around 6:45 or so, Mohinder comes up to me and offers me an apple and a granola bar. Because I’m working late. And he’s concerned. With big eyes and a sweet face. And again I say: Oh my Gods.

So I tell this story to Arthur and he’s all “Go for it!” But, but, but…What does go for it even mean in this context? He’s fifteen years younger than me, he’s from a very different culture, he’s a co-worker, he lives in a rooming house owned by his consulting company, with six other Indian consultants. Go for it? I’m stumped to even define “it.”

Still. Mohinder. Wow.