The evening that went so well, or maybe I just thought so.
You ever have one of those nights that is just amazing and by the end of it you are thinking 'what the fuck have I gotten myself into?' Well, this is the story of Bekki and an evening such as that.
Bekki and I worked in the same unit but on different parts of an IT project. Although quiet and not as outgoing as other female coworkers, she was friendly, smiled a lot never failed to said hello to me in the hallways as we passed. Gossip circles were not her thing and she seemed a bit private. I would later find out why.
Now, Bekki was attractive, but not model attractive. More of the girl next door type easily overlooked by guys while sitting at the bar. She was tall, about 5'7", and had brown straight hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her nice curves were evident, fitting her tall frame. Even though her breasts were ample, they didn't look as large as they actually were (as I would soon discover). In her cubicle is a picture with friends at a ren-fair. She was in a long skirt, lace up boots and corset. Wow, she filled out a corset! Occasionally at the office, she would wear something that gave an indication of just how much cleavage was there, but that was a rare occasion. That ren-fair pic left little to the imagination.
Now, I am certain she caught me staring at her chest more than once, but she didn't seem disturbed. The most obvious was a memorable day in my cubical. Bekki came in to discuss a database issue. Since I was seated across from her, I pivoted the monitor for both of us to see. It was closer to me, so she got up from the chair, leaning forward with elbows on my desk. Her button up shirt had the top 2 undone allowing a nice peek as she leaned over. She studied the screen, I studied her. She had to know I was looking. I decided that day to find a way to see them up close.
A week has passed and as luck would have it, our monthly 'let's go get a drink after hours team building' get-together happened. Lots of coworkers and contractors (they pick up the bar tab) were there and it was always a relaxed time giving everyone a chance to wind down and chat about stuff you can't talk about in the office. Everything from college stories, people that we used to work with and who's screwing who in the accounting section. You know how it is... So, I'm sitting at the bar and as she comes up to get another drink, I see an opportunity to start up a conversation.
Bekki gets her drink and takes the stool next to me and we started talking. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she was more relaxed and open than in the office, but not in a flirty way. We chatted about the project, art, likes and dislikes, just the normal get to know the non-IT person things. It was all friendly and professional... except for her eye contact.
There was something behind that fixated stare. I learned long ago you can hide your body language and shy away from physical interactions, but that piercing eye contact says so much more. Back in college at my favorite watering hole, a cougar looked at me with those same eyes and I knew where that was going. That too was a memorable night.
Wait, wait, wait...There's no way she's sexually interested in me, but I did begin to question what was going on in that 27-year-old mind of hers? Who cares. I'm drinking free, feeling good and I have this sweet young woman paying attention to me.
Time seemed to pass quickly chatting with her. Now by this point in the evening, people had migrated into smaller drinking groups, we being the outliers sitting at the bar. No one seemed to notice us or care, which was nice. I don't want to be tomorrow's gossip headline in the office.
I was feeling really good having my ego stroked by Bekki. She spoke of how helpful I was with work issues and how I was always open and friendly. She thanked me for being there when other DBAs had given her the cold shoulder. You see, the guys on my team react positively to the cheerleader types in the office, where as I, how did she put it, 'made her feel safe' when she had a database issue. Maybe she likes men of authority (I'm a supervisor over my section), maybe she has daddy issues or maybe I treat everyone with respect? Don't know. Don't care. Who understands millennials anyway?
The evening trailed on but I knew it had to end. Glancing at her watch, a frown appears on her face. "Sorry, it's time for me to go." Bekki says. It was a bit disappointing knowing she had to leave. I'm enjoying myself and I think she was, but look, I'm 15+ years her senior. Why would an attractive young woman like her be interested sexually in me?
