For the past few weeks I've been seeing someone from work. By "seeing", I mean he hands me a bag of mini dv cassettes that need to be duplicated and occasionally asks me business-related questions. The best way for me to describe this gentleman would be: English, charming, handsome, polite, well-built, and uh...incredibly dashing. Just yesterday I found out that there's a reason why he's so unbelievably stunning – he's a soap star. He gets paid to make woman feel this way. He plays EJ Wells (whoever that is) on the show that opens with the famous quote: "Like sands through the hour glass...these are the Days of Our Lives". His name is James Scott, and he's a hunk. Although I know what a hunk is, I would never call anyone a hunk. Mostly because I never like hunk types, but I think I'll make an exception this one time.

James has been working on a project with one of our instructors for some time now and although I'm sure he knows very well which studio to go to, he always seems to conveniently forget. He'll approach my desk and in the most delightful way ask if I could give him the instructor's whereabouts. "Oh hello Becky, could you pleeeease tell me which studio I need to go to today". Yup, he knows my name. First name basis over here! When he phones, just to keep him from getting cocky, I play coy and ask for his last name, even though with that lovely accent it's absolutely unmistakable which James it is. Oh James, why do you tease me so?

Just for creep-out factor I think I'll save his image as my desktop background in hopes that he'll catch a glimpse of himself next time he comes around. I can't think of a better conversation starter.

Here he is, "at work", where he is required to be shirtless a majority of the time: