The Bucket List

<p>17 months 3 weeks and 4 days. That's how long I've been crushing on Del the cute IT guy down the hall. We've bonded over 80s music and Seinfeld references our younger-than-GenX coworkers don't quite appreciate. I'm pretty sure if I asked him out there's a good chance he'd say yes. Just one problem. I don't take chances. I'm naturally risk-averse. </p><p><br></p><p>Okay fine let's call it like it is. I'm boring. </p><p><br></p><p>When our company hands out the worst employee appreciation gifts ever - leatherbound bucket list journals - I'm faced with just how deep my boringness runs. Trust me it's deep. </p><p><br></p><p>It's so deep that after a week the only item on my bucket list is to buy a scratch-off ticket. When this leads to Del and I sharing a modest lottery jackpot I'm inspired to make a list for real and inch my way outside of my comfort zone. </p><p><br></p><p>But is Del willing to wait around while I figure out how to live a little or are inside jokes and an office crush all we'll ever have?</p><p><br></p>