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effrey (name changed for privacy reasons) and I had known each other from work. Not on a first name basis, but he, in my cluster of cubicles, was always referred to as "the cute glasses guy". He later confessed to me that I was "the girl with the tight blouse".
We never spoke at work. Our eyes met when we passed each other by in the hallways, during meetings we would always be in close proximity of one another and our elevator rides were full of.. tension. But no words. Right up to the moment where he was transferred to work in another state.

I swiped right and in less than a second, I got matched with him. He sent me a text: "I knew I'd see you again".

At his goodbye party, we kept trying to talk to each other, but his friends, drunk co-workers, and terrible karaoke songs would get in our way. After two hours, he picked up his box with all his belongings from the cubicle, gave a last nod and farewell to the office and left. Of course, at this moment I was in another room, discussing with my cubicle buddy Marcy, what my game plan should be. When a plan was set, we came back to the main area to find out that he had already left and the party was turning into one of our typical office drunken nights. I was devastated! I didn't have his number, we had never spoken and now he was gone. I grabbed one of the more full bottles of wine off the table with drinks, and grabbed a cab to go home.
Now, I don't know about you, but on terrible days like these, I find myself browsing in a dating app that I use. Nothing can help you resolve your feelings more than numbing them with alcohol and sex. So, while my cab driver was trying to navigate the streets, I was swiping left and right while looking for that special someone for tonight. And then the "cute guy with glasses"'s face popped up on my screen! I didn't believe it at first, and thought that, perhaps, it might have been someone else, but his last photo was clearly taken at our office (I could recognize that fake palm tree anywhere!), so I knew this was my last chance to hook up with him and I had to take it. I swiped right and in less than a second, I got matched with him. He sent me a text: "I knew I'd see you again".

I attacked his lips with mine and was met with such passion, his arms found my waist and pulled me out of the hallway and into his apartment.

Five minutes later after all details were settled, my cab driver was headed to Jeffrey's apartment. Everything after that was a haze, I barely remember buzzing his apartment number, running up the stairs, knocking on his door...
And there he was. We spent years working on the same floor, but we had never been this close to each other. Face to face. He opened his door a bit wider and all there was was a mattress on the floor: the moving company already had picked up all of his belongings and that night was his last one in his apartment.
Sufficiently liquored up and with adrenaline pulsing through my veins, I attacked his lips with mine and was met with such passion, his arms found my waist and pulled me out of the hallway and into his apartment. In one movement he shut the door and pushed me against it, my thighs wrapped around his hips. His lips traveled from mine to the corner of my ear, my neck, my chest.. My bag fell out of my hand and the rest of the wine spilled on the floor, he picked me up and tossed me on the mattress. He removed his shirt, pulled off my skirt and tossed it to the floor. In seconds my blouse, his jeans and our underwear joined the pile of clothing.

I got to the door, but just before I opened it, he stopped me with an intense kiss.

The next morning I woke up, because of the sun shining through the window. He was getting up from bed, too. I found his glasses on my side of the mattress and handed them to him. He gave me my blouse.
Trying not to leave anything behind and gracefully jumping over the wine spill, I got to the door, but just before I opened it, he stopped me with an intense kiss. He then smiled and let me out. We exchanged smiles, and were on with our lives.