Where's my effing 'off' button?

A new group is moving into my office building. They're taking a corner of the floor that we moved out of when we had massive layoffs last year.
So the IT and mover guys came for a visit.  Too bad for me, they were a serious distraction.  My eyes didn't leave my work, but my nose was playing games with my heartbeat.
My work environment is 95% female, and the few guys that are there are taken or assholes.  Even my "work ex-husband" is a classic jerk most days.  So when new guys walk in, all the other ladies smell blood in the water.  At one point, I was the only person doing their job while the others were circling their prey.
Then He walked by... I didn't get a look because it took a few seconds for his cologne to register. Ahhh.... cologne... and really good smelling cologne with just a hint of soap.  My eyes closed, and a little smile crept across my face. It was an instant 'on' button.
So I waited for Him to walk by again... and waited.... and waited.... sniffing the air every time one of the guys whizzed past. My mystery man was no where to be...smelled.  I took a break, and walked to the bathroom.  As I turned the corner, I caught a whiff of Him. He must have been in the tall cube that I had walked past.  I thought about stopping and turning around, ignoring my need to pee after downing 32 oz of tea.
But the bathroom won out.  So I rushed back, hoping I had somehow cornered Him to at least see the guy that had intrigued my nose.
I swept into the tall cubicle, and almost ran him over.  He was cute, blond, slightly tanned... and about nine years my junior.  Crap!  To make sure there would not even be flirting going on, I spotted a ring on his finger.  I can't say anything about my co-workers, but seeing a ring is an instant red flag and any interest I have evaporates.
He did smell good, though. At least I could stop wondering and get back to work.
But when I got back to my place, I started on the bread I wanted to make.  Let's just say, it's as smooth as butter from the aggressive kneading I did, trying to get the excess energy out.