I met Christine at a seminar on Industrial Relations. It was mostly bullshit from people who had never held a tool in their hands and had no real world experience. They were full theories that they had learned from textbooks, but my company was paying the freight so there I was.
When we broke for lunch I headed for the hotel restaurant. I stopped at the bathroom to take a whiz and when I got to the restaurant I found that all the seats were taken and the greeter told me there was at least a twenty minute wait. She asked for my name so she could add it to her list, but I told her to forget it; I'd go someplace else for lunch. I heard a voice say:
"I wish I could do that."
I turned and saw an extremely attractive brunette sitting on a chair in the waiting area.
"Why don't you?" I asked. "There are a lot of restaurants in the area."
"No car. I could walk to one, but I'd never get back in time for the afternoon session of the seminar."
"Not a problem. You can ride with me if you think you can put up with a dirty old man for an hour."
"You're not old."
"I've been a dirty old man where good looking women are concerned since I was thirteen."
"I'll chance it" she said and stood up, took the arm I offered and we headed out.
The Village Inn was the closest so that is where we went. On the drive over I asked her where she worked and was surprised to find out that she worked for the same company I did only out at one of suburban offices. She didn't have a car and had taken the bus to get to the seminar.
We chatted over lunch and I found out she was single and shared a house with two of her friends. From me she found out that I was single and had a three bedroom house.
"Why does a bachelor have a three bedroom house?"
"Planning ahead. I won't be single forever and I expect to have kids eventually so I'll need the extra bedrooms and my father convinced me that it was better to build equity than collect rent receipts. I had enough in savings for a down payment so I went ahead and bought a house."
She gave a small smile at hearing that and then we discussed the seminar and I found that she had the same opinion that I did of what was being spouted. The waitress had put everything on one check and when lunch was over Chris asked me what her share was and I told her it was my treat. When we got back to the hotel meeting room she thanked me for taking her to lunch and then she went to her seat and I went to mine.
When the seminar was over I spent ten minutes talking to a few others I knew who were in attendance and when I got to the lobby I saw that it was pouring down rain. I saw Chris standing at the door looking at the falling rain and I remembered her telling me she had to take a bus to get to the seminar and I knew just what she was thinking. She did not want to go out and stand at the bus stop in the rain and wait for the bus.
I walked up to her and asked if she would rather ride with me than wait on a bus and she smiled and said that she would indeed. By the time I got her to her house I had a date with her to go to dinner and dancing on Friday night.
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On Friday night when I picked her up I met her two roommates. Brenda was a blond sexpot and her overall appearance screamed out "Fuck me! Please! Somebody fuck me!" Maria was a good looking redhead with a slim body that didn't look strong enough to carry her breasts which I guessed were 38's or 40's.
On the way to the restaurant I noticed Chris looking at me with a bemused smile and I asked her what she was smiling about.
"I saw the way you were looking at my roommates. Nothing new there. All guys look at them the way you did."
"Why does that make you smile?"
"Because I know what guys want to do to them when they see them."
"Once again; why does that make you smile?"
"I smile because I know something that all the guys who look at them don't."
"And what might that be?"
"They are both dyed in the wool lesbians and are way into each other."
"Hopefully the fact that you are with me on a date means that you don't share their views where men are concerned."
"That would be a safe assumption."
We talked over dinner and we learned a lot about each other. She was one of six kids and the only girl and as a result of playing with her brothers and their friends she grew up as a tomboy. She had gone to college on a basketball scholarship and had been working where I work since she graduated.
"I know what the company pays so you should be able to afford a car. Why are you taking buses to get around?"
She had been smiling while we were talking, but when she heard that question the smile disappeared. She stared at me silently for maybe ten seconds and then she aid:
"I don't need a car because I don't have a driver's license."
"They are easy enough to get."
"I don't have one because they took mine away from me."
I figured from her tone and response that it was a sore subject with her and I'd best back away from it so I said nothing, but then she went on.
"It wasn't my finest hour. I caught my husband in bed with the bitch who was supposed to be my best friend. I went and got blind stinking drunk and was stupid enough to drive in that condition. I ran the car into a bridge abutment and totaled it. Luckily I had my seatbelt on and the airbag deployed. I was given a DUI and I saw no sense in buying another car until I can get my license back. Should get it back by the end of this month."
"Still have the husband?"
"Hell no! I got rid of his worthless ass when I sobered up." She smiled and said "He got his. He married the bitch and she cheated on him, caught the clap and gave it to him. I laughed for weeks when I heard that."
"Didn't sour you on marriage did it?"
"No, but I'm going to be a lot more selective in choosing the next one. I'm going to have to be sure of him before I say yes to a proposal. What's your story? I would have expected a man your age to be married by now."