Today as I came back from lunch there was a note on my desk reading as such:

I'm really embarrassed to say this, but I really think you're a great lady. I'm just too shy to come forward and tell you. Would you please go out with me?

I looked at the letter, then took a pen and wrote on it; SURE!

Then I popped it in the trash.

Sorry bub, you want to sexually harass me, do it to my face. Then I know if I should reciprocate.

Alexandra calls all the time leaving message for Alan: "Get me out of here!" "I've changed my mind, get my stylist here ASAP!" or "I don't like the way the guard is looking at me, sue them!" Geej! Whatever happened to the one phone call? Well, okay, it is pretty fun to listen to her squirm...