The Bucket List

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. Okay, fine, let's call it like it is. I'm boring. 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. 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.

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...