11/21 Dear Diary: hah! Haven't kept one in ages.11/21 Dear Diary: hah! Haven't kept one in ages. But I have my own directory with a password, so I'll keep you here. Have to talk to someone, and people just can't be trusted. I noticed him the first day he came to work, but it seemed hopeless from the start. For one thing my husband works here; his office is only fifty feet away. A dear man, but a bit obtuse sometimes--let's face it, especially in bed--which is what I get for having been a cheerleader who married the captain of the squad, straight out of our small-town high school. And the rest of us work right out here in the open. One hot look and the whole place would be buzzing with that mean talk. And then Chuck would be right here to walk me out into the corridor and start in. I've never gone out on him, through twenty-two years of marriage and raising four boys; but he doesn't seem to believe that. I start talking to _any_ man, even about work, and he's right there, breathing on us both. It's embarrassing. 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. |