Perfect Lover
So, when the new guy, I’ll call him Tom (we are all real here…got to
do some protecting) was hired in our section (five women and him!), the
first thought that occurred to me was that Chuck would be all over me in
case I tried to get his attention; and then the _second_ thought that
occurred to me was, hey, I’ve been tried and sentenced for two decades, the
kids are grown–why not be guilty as charged for once?
But, as luck would have it, as soon as he moved into the desk across
from mine, he put up a picture of a darling family–three kids, and a
better looking, younger woman than me. Not that I think I’m especially bad
looking, although it’s been a _long_ time since I was a cheerleader. Brown
hair, kept short, grey-green eyes, a few freckles on either side of my
nose, a nice mouth, which I touch up only a little with a light pink, twice
a day, but a bit of a weak chin. I’ve learned that If I keep the hair
short & curly and wear big round earrings the chin looks better.
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