When I first met Mimi, I was 25 at the time and she was a year younger than me. I was a production manager at a paper mill in a remote logging town in Maine. She came one day to interview for the process engineer position. I was surprised to hear that a woman was interviewing for this job since there were not so many female engineers in the population. I was expecting a butchy lesbian, but when she arrived, I was stunned by the glowing aura exuding from the woman walking into the room. She was a blonde, beautiful, tall, and smart woman with an amazing curvy body. She had big tits and the most beautiful juicy ass in the world.
When Mimi interviewed with us, I was assigned to show her around and answer any of her questions. She told me that if she got the job, she would have needed to move to this area. I found out that she was from New York City. We clicked it off immediately. She was very easy to talk to and considerate; not a snobby, stuck-up bitch, hung-up on her looks. I told her that there are a few houses for sale around my area if she was interested.
One week after the New Year, Mimi started working at the plant. I was placed in charge of showing her around. We hit it off pretty well again; she was funny and could really listen when I talked. We were very busy working on a large project for a month. Then, it was February, we finally got a break. We worked hard, very hard. For our diligence, we were rewarded with time off. Mimi told me that she didn't know too many people around here being so busy. Valentine's Day was around the corner and Mimi confided in me that this was the first one that she would be alone in since she was a teenager.
Mimi was single for a few months after ending her one and only relationship with her high school sweetheart. She wanted to get married, have some kids, and settle down, but he had other ideas. He cheated on her and she dumped him. After a few months of recuperation from the heart break, she was ready to move on. She decided she needed a new start. She looked for a new job somewhere far from where she was and found a position in Maine. She did love nature and the great outdoors.
"Why don't you come over to my place and I can cook us some dinner and watch some movies and listen to some music? I'm not doing anything anyway..........", I said.
Mimi looked concern. "Don't you have any friends?" she said.
" I'm a bit shy and I guess I like to be by myself most of the time," I said.
"That sounds so lonely. Have you always been like this?" she said.
"No, I remember being happy and normal." I said.
"Wow, what happened?", she was more intrigued and concern.
"Well, it's a long story but I lost my parents when I was nine years old. They died in a car crash a week before Valentine's day. They were on their way to town to buy me a birthday present. I pleaded with them to get me a puppy since I couldn't have any siblings. Since then, I never wanted anything ever again. I guess I blame myself for their deaths. I was raised by my paternal grandma. God bless that woman! She raised me to the best of her abilities and I was surrounded by love, but I could never forgot about my parents and I think about them almost every day. You know, depression, anxiety, PTSD, self-esteem issues..... I like to keep off drugs so my therapist helps me out a lot. Every day gets better. ". I wiped the tears from my eyes and I composed myself. Mimi sympathized and tears ran down her face.
"But you're still welcome to come over and we can make the best out of the day. Valentine's day also happens to be my birthday" I said.
It's not so bad to have a birthday on Valentine's day. It is just the constant reminder a week before Valentine's day; when people begin to say "Oh, next week is Valentine's day. Doing anything special with anyone?". I think, "Oh yea, I need to go visit my dead parents at the cemetery" Then, I go cry usually.
