I stood at the party sipping my drink wondering how I kept getting roped into this things. My idea of a good time has little to do with standing around talking shop with people in the business.
As Furman prattled on about so-and-so's boss doing such-and-such, my mind drifted out the window where the moon shown brightly in the night sky. Suddenly, I caught a reflection in the window. It was a woman. A beautiful woman. I turned quickly back to the room, but there was no one there but the same tired old people that had been chatting all night. Maybe one of the new guys brought his girl friend, I thought to myself. God, if I brought my wife to another one of these fiascos, she'd probably divorce me. Had I become so jaded that I was now hallucinating? Or was this wine finally starting to dull my brain?
I began chatting with Saunders about his latest project, pretending to be interested in his description of the endless tribulations of working with Kaufmann. Out of the corner of my eye there she was again! A beautiful woman in a bright sun dress brisked in one entryway and quickly out another. What a delightful change from the drab attire of this pathetic crowd, I thought. My company's idea of business casual was more like business mortuary.
I interrupted Sanders and asked him if he knew who the woman in the sun dress was. He turned toward the direction I had been looking, but, of course, she had already left the room. Saunders shrugged his shoulders.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I made up some lame excuse that I had to pick up my daughter from some imaginary activity and made my way up the stairs to pick up the jacket I had worn to the party. The hall light was on and as I made my way back to the bedroom where the coats were strewn across a bed, I heard a slight giggle emerge from behind the door adjacent to the bedroom. I think it was the bathroom. It was a woman's giggle. It was a sexy giggle.
I grabbed my jacket and started out the doorway. Just as I entered the hallway, the bathroom door opened and the woman in the sun dress emerged and ran right into me, giggling.
She looked at me with a big smile. "I'm sorry," she said. "I had to go so bad, I almost didn't make it." She giggled again. She was charming. And familiar looking.
This woman was stunning. The sun dress clung to the curves of her body in ways that ought to be illegal. She wore open-toed high heels that perfectly accented her marvelous legs.
"Think nothing of it," I said and motioned for her to go ahead of me down the hall. 7 "Why thank you, sweetie," she chirped and smiled broadly. She looked directly at me with her deadly beautiful, penetrating eyes. I stood there dumbfounded. This was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And she was familiar to me somehow. I had seen those eyes before.
