There’s so many women to talk about, and I promise I’ll get to them. But I have to talk about a new girl in town. I don’t even know her name, at least not yet. But I’ll call her Cynthia — she looks like a Cynthia to me.
Now, you understand that I would have sex with just about any woman. Cynthia is a BBW — that stands for “big beautiful woman.” She’s not extremely fat; I’d say she’s around 200 pounds. She’s got that short, cute hair that’s real straight, not the wavy grandma-do, but done real stylish. She’s a nice dresser and she smiles. In fact, that’s how I noticed her. Whenever she walked by, she would smile at me, and I smiled back. That soon progressed to a “Good morning” and a wave.
True, I don’t know her name, but we have talked at least a little bit. Cynthia is part of a group of consultants that recently invaded our space. They work for another department, but they are involved on the same project as I am, so there at least has been a little overlap. Two of the consultants share a cube next to mine; I’ve gotten to know them, so there is a little casual conversation, and even a few work-related questions. I’ll use the project angle to see if I can get to know her better. But I digress…
The only real interaction I’ve had was after a company-sponsored 5K run. I went back to my desk, still wearing my running bib, t-shirt, and shorts (no, not speedos). Cynthia spotted me and asked, “Did you win?” Of course I didn’t. “But you at least finished, right?” Yes, I said, with a smile. In my book, that’s a flirt, and that’s all the invitation I need. I’d better act before the consultants leave.
By the way, I should mention that I always wear my wedding ring. I’ll have more to say about that in a future post.
