On my first day I saw one girl. Dressed in a purple shirt. And fuck, she was hot. Not just any type of hot but an exception on the exception as my friend Billy would say. A goddess with a body to match and deep sea blue eyes. A classy stance with hot legs and a nice ass. Oh, she had a personality too. You tend to forget when you are drooling.  I forget for a moment that I am not exactly single and she would be way mad if she knew what was going on in my mind at that time.  All I can say is that it involves a large bed, a bathtub with pudding and pancakes in the morning. Preferably with maple syrup if we haven’t used a bottle the night before during our bodily actions.

I can’t help but stare in awe and my colleague who is standing next to me neither.  That’s one helluva woman.  I never found out her name in the first two weeks. I never really cared either. She is hot and that’s all I need to know.

She walks by with her catwalk walk and model looks and gives me a look from the corner of her eyes. I pretend that I don’t see it. But my eyes betray me. So does the big grin on my face. I am not sure what to do at this point. I am baffled by her beauty and I don’t know what to say or do. In fact whenever she is near I just turn quiet. Not knowing what to say or how to behave.

She on her turn watches me while I am having lunch with my former classmates. Exchanging stories of the wacky people who are in desperate need for help with their phones. It’s funny how a stupid plastic thing can be so important that some people depend on it with their lives.

Her faces turns red as she blushes when she hears me talk and make jokes. I can feel it even when I am sitting with my back towards her. In  fact I can feel her all over the workfloor.

The girl in purple dances before me waving her cute little finger making hip hop moves. My friends and I watch her with some interest and laugh. She’s funny. Hips don’t lie, motherfucker!

I started thinking that if this is one of the Christian communities then hm I don’t see any of it. And how come that this city was not on my map while I was on my quest for chicks? It’s like you found the lost city of El Dorado populated by Amazon women. They were that hot and innocent. No wait. None of them were innocent.

I made a remark about this girl who walked by. She was wearing an oversized sweater  revealing an awesome looking tattoo.  I loved the colors of the tattoo and I said it out loud.  She walked by again. But looked in my direction again and checking her arm to see if the tattoo was uncovered enough for me to see it. I love tattoos if it is done right. So good coloring and good inking. Miami Ink are for example such professionals I wouldn’t have a problem getting a tattoo from. But I will never get a tattoo myself.  A tattoo is too personal and reveals too much about me. Because that’s what tattoos do. They say something about a person. Something personal.

The Girl In Purple overheard my remark about tattoos and how I love them.

The next day I am standing in the smoker’s hall and I am not alone. Lots of smokers are sucking on that brown butt, inhaling, filling their lungs with smoke, satisfying their nicotine addiction in the hallway.  Among them is The Girl In Purple. She is standing with her friends and colleagues a table away from where I stand. I am still new, I don’t know a lot of people. Good thing one of my classmates is coming over. The guy’s a real shittalker. Which is his thing. He talks so much shit about pussy, it’s almost as if you are standing next to Jay from “Jay & Silent Bob”.  He makes me laugh real loud. The people look around to see who is laughing so loud.

At some point The Girl In Purple stands in a very sexy and revealing pose. She wants to show me something. My eyes are glazing over her body. I thought at first that she wanted to show me her belly button. But that’s not it.  Then I see it. On the corner of her right hip. It reveals a big part of her tattoo. She has a fucking tattoo on her hips.

I ask her: When can I see the entire tattoo?

“Do you have time after work?”

“For you, the world.”

Then I snap out of it…but she saw my daydreamy eyes. I am too late to disguise it.  She knows.

A song starts playing in my head. It’s Partyman by Prince from the Batman album.  The song goes on and on in my mind. But just this one piece where the horny voiced woman says: I love purple…. I can’t seem to jam that part out of my mind.

“Are you really with that girl?”, she asks.

“Apparently I am….”, I reply.

“Not much of a relationship is it? I can make things way better for you…”, she said on a seducing tone.

“I….erm…oh look at the time. I have to check in.”

As I run off, I am beginning to doubt everything I have done in the past few months with my so called relationship. I don’t like the situation I am in currently and temptations are everywhere. Or is it just my imagination.