In through the Out door

Not my actual hulking blond delivery god,
but a fair approximation thereof

 This morning I was so distracted by the hulking blond delivery god at work, that I walked in through the out door (think more "Raspberry Beret", by Prince, rather than the titular 1979 album by Led Zeppelin).

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 As I approached the office, the shrunken lump of coal I call my heart skipped a beat when I saw a white van outside. He's here! The only thing that makes walking into the building pleasurable. Yes, I know I'm objectifying him, but I don't know his name and I'm certainly not going to talk to him, so what're you going to do? 

 Anyway, as I almost levitated up the steps in barely concealed joy, I wondered if we'd bump into each other (not a euphemism, sadly). I did once hold the door open for him as he was man-handling an extraordinarily large box into the building, but that's as close as we've come. Actually, he probably didn't need me to have held the door as he's so burly that he could have walked straight through a concrete wall without breaking a sweat. So, if we had "bumped", I would have been knocked into the middle of next week. But what a week it would have been! 

 Alighting from the top step, I was oblivious to everything but the view through the foyer's mostly glass-facade. He was in there! I caught a glimpse of huge, bulging biceps straining against the sleeves of his black rugby shirt as he unloaded something on to the counter. I couldn't really see his face as his black baseball cap obscured most of it except his square jaw and sullen lips. Totally engrossed, I started to push the revolving glass door to make my way inside but, almost too late, realised I was about to decapitate the guy cleaning the inside of the door. He jumped up and removed his head from the revolving door just in time and gave me a WTF-look! 

 Such was my enchantment, that I had failed to spot the big yellow sign in front of the door as I approached, warning that cleaning was in progress and to use the side doors. How I hadn't tripped over it is nothing short of amazing. Perhaps I really had levitated?

 This near-miss brought me back down to Earth with a jolt, and I blundered about like a newborn giraffe as I attempted to extricate myself from the door. Eventually, I managed to get into the office, but too late for a closer look at the object of my affection - probably for the best, as he'd no doubt seen me make a tit of myself - he was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a pair of miserable security trolls. With heavy sigh, I trudged past the security desk and towards another day of thankless drudgery.

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EDIT 11:55 05.08.2015
I've just changed the comment settings to 'embedded' rather than 'open in new window' (and removed the word verification thingy), as this allows me to reply individually to you - A feature I like in most of your blogs.