A true story.
Its been awhile since I wrote anything, so I guess today is as good a time as any to jump back on the saddle and tell another true story from my past.
This only happened a couple of years ago. While in law school, I worked part time at a law firm, just to make some extra money (for beer) of course. Doing this sort of work is usually not very much fun, and in this case, was no exception. The firm had me doing a lot of filing and some research. Filing at a law firm (well, at least at this one) entailed mostly updating these huge binders with new legal updates. The updates came on tissue thin paper. You'd get an inch of it, and there would be like 4000 pages -- nothing was worse. So tedious. So you can imagine how my mind would wander when completing this horrible task.
The firm was not particularly large. There were only about 20 lawyers in the entire place, and they had a support staff of about 20 more people. I sat in the main hallway at a desk, where most people had to walk by me to go from one place to another. I would, of course, watch everyone who walked by and eventually I got to know them a bit and I'd talk to them. Thank God. Otherwise, I might have just quit out of sheer boredom.
Of course, I always hoped one particular person walked by and talked to me more than anyone else. She was a secretary for one of the partners, and to me, the prettiest woman in the place. Her name was Cindy and she was actually about 10 years older than me at the time, I guess about 35. She had long light brown hair and brown eyes, and had a really nice body. Either her metabolism was great or she worked hard at the gym.
Well, you know me. I would try to talk to her every time she went by, which was quite often. I would smile and flirt a little. Eventually, she got to know me better too and she would spend a few minutes talking to me each time I was working -- which was only a couple of days a week for a few hours. As I got to know her a bit, I found out that she was divorced for a few years and that she had a little four year old girl. She told me that she dated but that she wasn't with anyone "special" at that time.
I think she knew that I was attracted to her from the beginning - I was pretty transparent back then (yeah, a lot has changed, huh?). She didn't seem to mind very much, which was particularly good for me. I guess I can be charming sometimes. By the middle of my semester at law school, Cindy was pretty much the only reason I stayed employed there. That and the meager paycheck I got for doing such boring menial labor.
In November of that year, sometime right before Thanksgiving, I remember talking to Cindy, as usual. She told me that she was going with some friends to happy hour on that Friday, to some bar near the office. She asked if I wanted to go and that I could bring some friends if I wanted. I tried to play it cool, but inside, I was dancing. I told her that it sounded like fun and I'd try to be there.
Well, that Friday afternoon, me and some friends went to the bar, showing up fashionably late. I spotted Cindy and her friends by the bar and we walked up to them. Nothing happened between us that night, but, as Cindy drank a little more and more, I definitely noticed that she was touching me more, my arms, my shoulders, my chest. I definitely took a little advantage as well, touching her - pulling her to me, wrapping my arm around her waist. Every touch sent electric shocks through my system. But, of course, I tried not to show too much. I'm so smooth. When she told me she had to go home, I kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug. She kissed my cheek back and squeezed me (maybe) a little more tightly than a usual hug. I watched her leave and went back to drinking with my friends.
One month later, the firm had its Christmas party. They had it in the Harvard Club in NYC (or was it the Yale Club?). I don't know - its on that tiny street, Vanderbilt Avenue, that is just west of the Met Life Building. The firm had rented out one of the big rooms and had the event catered (some sort of buffet table). They even had a DJ that played music. Plus it was open bar. Woot!
Its funny how these parties at law firms never change. The lawyers play with the lawyers and the staff play with the staff. As I was neither a lawyer at the time or "staff" per se, I was able to freely mingle between both groups. After everyone finished eating, and the drinking began, I found myself hanging out with Cindy and her friends from the office (yeah, I know you're surprised). We ended up getting totally bombed - doing shots and more shots. As the alcohol continued to pour, people even started dancing (which, in my experience, usually only happens at work functions when people are very drunk). Well, I was feeling good and Cindy had a nice glow and I could tell she was feeling good as well. So, I grabbed her hand and started to pull her onto the dance floor. She resisted at first, smiling, but then let me take her.
