I’m attracted to my boss. It’s not an infatuation or even lust really. I just feel like we’re compatible. We have similar interests and I enjoy his sense of humor. I feel at ease with him and I respect him.

I don’t moon over him or daydream about him but I do go out of my way to give him hugs. In this instance, that’s not strange. We were friends before he became my boss. And I can tell he appreciates them.

I love his hugs. He is tall and big and being wrapped in his arms feels right. It reminds me what it’s like to be a girl instead of a mom, and it’s pretty much the only human contact I get from any male who’s not related to me.

It’s somewhat unfortunate that he’s my boss because that puts him in the forbidden zone. I’m not sure if it even makes a difference because I have no idea if he would be interested otherwise.

I had a dream about him a month or two ago. We were on a stoney beach by a pier, and he leaned down and kissed me. It was our first kiss. I don’t recall if he said this or I was thinking it but one of us said, “I’ve waited a long time to do that.”

The dream was a bit of a surprise and lingered in my peripheral memory for a week or so. Part of me wants to believe this is a prophetic dream so I’m just superstitously biding my time. It’s so silly it’s comical embarrassing.

I’ve been alive long enough to know better than to put my work relationships at risk. I have 3 unbreakable rules.

1. Don’t sleep with your roommates.
2. Don’t sleep with you co-workers.
3. Don’t sleep with your drug dealer.

1 and 3 are crossed out because I haven’t used drugs or had a drug dealer in years, and I no longer have roommates but these are still good rules of thumb. As you can plainly see my boss definitely falls under the only remaining rule I have to contend with.