I work in this large office, a huge corporate faceless place in the centre of town.
Its a dull dull job, but pays well and I’m only here for the money.
I’m a “consultant” ( yawn) .. it means nothing .. I’ve only been here 5 months and have another month left on my contract and can’t get away fast enough.
But that’s not what this story is about ..
It’s about Margaret. ..
The lovely Margaret, classy, good looking, not beautiful in a conventional sense but beautiful to me.
On the day I started I spotted her, this gorgeous looking woman, tall but not too tall, shapely but not heavy, she has a beaming smile and pretty eyes with a kindness in them.
Of course, I didn’t know her at all back then, so that beauty was only skin deep, but that changes.
She looks like the right age group for me, a few years younger without being too young.
The first time that I set eyes on her, I thought … Wow!! … and left it that.
Okay, so she’s not Miss World, but Miss World wouldn’t be interested in me anyway.
I don’t have any business related dealings with her, I have no need to speak to her on any basis. No opportunity to get to know her.
But over the few months, we’ve bumped into each other at the small kitchen, making tea, chatting about the weather. One day she had missed lunch and was telling me how hungry she was. I had a spare pasta dish In the fridge .. it was an M&S 2 for 1 deal .. no big thing .. but it opened the door a little more.
Anyways, we would then have the very very occasional chat. usually in the kitchen and I wouldn’t think of going over to her desk.
She’s told me that she’s divorced and has 3 kids all girls ( 12-19) I’ve told her that I’m divorced and my girl (15) lives with me .. we’ve shared stories about their moods and about being a taxi service.
I’ve no idea if she has a man in her life or even wants one.
But now as I walk up the corridor and pass her desk, I always find myself turning my head to look at her, then fighting with myself to try not to and then keeping my head straight but sneaking a glance from the corner of my eye.
The last thing I’d want to do is stare … cringe!!
Sometimes she has looked up at me and when I’ve turned my head towards her she’s gave me a smile, I smile back, occasionally blush and walk back to my desk with a wee glow inside.
Daft? … Yes!
Teenage? .. Definitely!
Hopeless? .. Abso-feckin-lootly!!
I want to know more about her and would love to ask her out for a drink or dinner .. but I’m suffering the fear of rejection and particularly as its in a office scenario .. cringe again!
This must be the kind of dilemma that guys face the world over?
Fancying this girl, enjoying those little bits of getting to know you chats, and wanting to know more, but not wanting to cross any lines.
I’ve thought of sending her flowers, tasteful, but with an anonymous email, so we can have some contact to see if she is available, but that might freak her out as it would be one-sided.
Most importantly, the last thing I would like to do is cause Margaret any embarrassment at all .. just not my style, I’d rather admire from afar than that.
What is a guy to do?
What approach would work?
Should I leave the girl alone .. possibly wait and see if anything develops naturally?
What do you think?
But that changed last night, by sheer chance we left the office at exactly the same time. She’s looking great, dressed for winter, a nice little burgundy fitted dress, black tights and boots, pulling her blonde hair from the back of her coat. She’s all smiles as we go down in the lift talking safe shite cos there is some other person there. I’m thinking, maybe now is my moment, maybe its the time to take a deep breath and ask if she fancies a coffee. We are walking outside, past security and there he is waiting for her.