Because I LOOOOVE him

I'm a little bit in love with my boss. But now that I've annoyed him by calling him my boss, let me clarify. He's not. He's an owner of the company I work for, along with 4 other people. I happen to work with him quite a bit currently, but he's not my boss. I just don't know what else to call him. Maybe I can call him "My Don". Such a nice ring. And I love him. I love him so much that if he lived here, I would kiss him. Which he doesn't. So I can say that.

And since it's not likely that I'll ever actually meet him, I feel even safer.

To what does he owe the bestowing of my love? Last Friday, he fixed my SPAM problem. Because he's awesome.

Here's the chat that followed:

Me: I'm thinking I'll be dedicating a blog post to you tomorrow

12:23 PM Don: cool, maybe I'll get around to reading it. I had a lot of catch up to do.

me: Because I love you a whole whole lot right now.

Don: LMAO, why is that.

me:for the first time in months, I am not getting 300-500 (or more) email a day

12:24 PM Don: wow if i was that simple I would have stopped all of your email ;)

me: as far as I can tell, anyway. Maybe I should see what happens overnight before gracing you with my presence. . .

Don: yup

me: (by referring readers to your blog)

12:25 PM Don: ok, it wasn't creepy until after the disclaimer, but then I imagined you flying in and standing over the bed in the middle of the night ... then I got scared.

me: standing over your bed with what?

with a hatchet?

or a chainsaw?

but I LOOOOOVE you!

12:26 PM I'm a little giddy at the thought of leaving email hell

Don: as long as it's not a dismembered rabbit, it's probably ok to choose one of the other images.

12:27 PM me: you know, I never saw that movie. Maybe it's worth it to procure that from Netflix

12:29 PM Don: it is a little freaky. You could see it being a co-worker instead of a mistress.

Which makes me want to go to my room and die. Just a little, inside. Because I LOOOVE him and he only sees me as a crazy stalker. . .

But I can survive it, now that I don't have to wait an hour for SPAM to download every morning. And every mid-morning. And every noon. And every afternoon. . . A blackberry might even be a viable option now. Although come to think of it, I haven't been invited to update my penis for days now, which leaves me feeling hollow inside. What if I end up with the ONLY outdated penis in my circle of friends?

Is that worse or better than email hell?