All the men I love... and can not have, for fear of destroying career and other realities

There are a million Misters that pass me each day.

And I can't have not one, not any one of them.

There's Mister EP, broad shoulders, flowing hair, deep voice... he is of course older... and well... married.

Then there's Mister EVP, mountain man, masculine, listens to opera, smokes cigar (a turn off and a turn on)... he is of course above me... and has kids.

Then there's Mister Funny Celebrity... actually many funny Celebrities... Mister "I was going to marry a rock star but now I'm dating someone else and am too good to look you in the eye but I'm hot".

Then there's Mister Former Variety Show Icon who I offered a drink and then well- offered me a drink (well, because quite frankly I'm the gatekeeper into this lion's mouth) but is totally engaged to a super model and has formerly been speculated to be gay.

And of course even those more level on the hierachy are still unreachable in this corporate crackpot.

There's Mister Assistant who kind of reminds me of my X and much like my X, is married (although I am unsure if she is French).

Then there's Mister Assistant -kind of looks like Ryan Gosling, indie rockstar-ish guy, who says hello to me, but never really converses.

Then there's Mister Post Production- who doesn't get that I flirt with him when he comes to visit. Perhaps he's too busy checking out the other assistant who flaunts her assets.

And then there's Mister Mail- who I have actually been around socially- we have actually danced (awkwardly)- I do know him a little more indepth- and has prior shown some interest... but now nothing. No moves. Nothing. Zip. Zero. I just occassionally see him... when he brings the mail. We chat... professionally... surface-ly.

Being corporate just kills the mood.

Nevermind that majority of these choices are unattainable by realistic standards... there's sexual harrasment issues, career advancement issues... serious issues...

How the hell am I supposed to meet anyone else?

When the highlight of my day is remembering the hot guy who I dodged paths with on the way back in from lunch and have to dub him "Mister Hot Guy Who I Dodged Paths With On The Way Back From Lunch" (who by the way I tossed my hair back and flashed him a smile- and he did the same ;) I can only hope my 11 hour days, 5 days a week lifestyle that is laying some ground for my future (and my back account) is not seriously killing any hope of a social life.

Its not as if my social life was fabulous in the last two gigs.

(Sigh) All the men I love... and can not have... for fear of hurting career advancement and other realities.

I think having them involved with my V spot could definitely hurt my career.

But being a nun is seriously killing my social life.