THIS is why I'm going to die alone

So the artist formerly known as WC came into my office at the end of the day today. And we were chatting about the deep cleaning that's occurring in our building the next couple of weeks. So he said that his new office needed deep cleaning and I joked that the cleaners weren't allowed in his super secret space. And he said something about heads back in his super secret space and I replied that I've been back there and there are no heads. And he says that he is talking about his super super secret back room where he keeps his super hero costumes and gadgets and cars and stuff. And I joke back with 'what does a girl have to do to get into the super super secret room?' (Here's where I reveal myself to be the big giant dork I really am.) So he says I have to have a super power and I say that I have one. And he asks me what it is. And I say I can read minds. He replies that if I can read minds I should know how to get into the super secret room. I said that I've tried but he has some sort of mind shield that won't let me in. And then we both stopped and kind of looked at each other and it got weird. We laughed nervously. And he stepped out of my office for a minute and stepped back in. And to highlight the weird, I commented that it just got weird. And then we talked about other stuff. But there was like 4 hours (or 30 seconds) of total awkwardness. :)

I told Isa the tale and she thinks we should end up together just to save the rest of the world from either of us.