What happened the next day? I�m minding my own business, la la la, and I randomly ran into him. As my last entry said:

He invited me in for a beer, and one beer turned into 3-4 beers, delivered dinner, and four hours of hanging out while we both should have been doing other stuff.

I left out our second encounter where we hung out some more and smooched a little. Oh the scandal!

I have me a little crush, yes indeedy. But don�t read too much into it. The point of this story isn�t that my neighbor and I got a little kissy-faced. The point is that I asked for it, and I got it the next day.

So yesterday I met up with two friends from other offices for lunch, and they commented that I was wearing pantyhose. Yes, it�s part of my work�s dress code. If they want me to wear hose, I�ll wear hose so long as they keep paying me the big bucks. I don�t like it, but I�ll do it.

So I come in this morning, and what�s in my email inbox?

From: The Desk of Chicago�s Managing Director
To: Chicago Jo�s Real Name
Subj: Updates to the Chicago Metro Dress Code

The Chicago City Council has recently approved some revisions to our dress code. They recognized that some of our requirements, such as women having to wear closed-toe shoes and hosiery during hot weather, were not always suitable for our climate or consistent with what other business professionals wear.

Etc.

So once again, I asked for it, and I got it the next day.

Gee, I�d really like to win tomorrow night�s lotto. Really, really. �