Ya know? A real situation… years ago, 4 years ago, I was working at a place with a fairly high turnover rate. It was 6, of 7 people working as a team towards one goal at all times with different things being thrown into the years constantly. Men and woman of all ages with different interests. Challenging. It was probably the most challenging job I have ever done. I didn’t like everyone and some didn’t like me but I met a lot of people who there was a genuine like between us. It was amazing to me sometimes. The people I earned a mutual like and respect from, and they the same. I don’t know why I was amazed by it, maybe it was the boat load of toxicity I had been mixed up in for 8 or so years prior. It got ugly, I had to get ugly, I felt ugly and I don’t mean that in just a physical sense, it was ugly. It was draining. So I went to this place away from that cloud of ugly and worked with all kinds of people of all ages.

There was a few buds I bonded with, but a few women I bonded with amazed me. Not even romantically but who knows. I was in my late 30’s. This one girl, she was around 25. I did think she was cute. We had different duties. She would come in there, I’d be sitting there waiting for something, and she would be cutting through, she would look over at me sitting there in the distance and kind of wave on her way by. Now, I didn’t know what to make of this. SAY HI! I was finding I hard to save back. She would always do this.

We didn’t always work together it would be in rotation. She was “good girl”. The kind who would cry if the bit h was a b**** to her. It was a loud environment. I can remember her one time saying something to me I couldn’t hear so I had to lower myself down with my ear close to her mouth, and probably was touching her with my arm, nothing intended on my part, but she goes “no..” to which I backed off. She was wearing a coat, so was I, I wasn’t touching her chest to cop a feel, I was trying to hear her and yeah, maybe part of me was touching her to try to develop some trust. I backed off.

But slowly we worked together often enough, sometimes at night, she developed a trust and respect with me. I remember one time at night I had to go up and ask her something, and I do have a bit of a f**********. I went up to the desk where she was serving a customer, Allgood beside her at the counter, and waited. I noticed she has her p**** hosed foot out of her shoe scrunching. Me being me, decided to take a look while I was waiting. Right beside her I was leaning back and looking. She knew it. Didn’t move. Left it be. Never said anything, I didn’t make any further moves on her, I was just looking. Got what I needed for answers, that was that.

Another time, standing outside in the noise I made her laugh her a**