Pretty in pink

The Girl In Purple, she wasn’t the only one. I don’t know what I did but on my first day there were 4 women. I mean what the fuck man. It’s confusing. Sometimes you are attractive for some women and then it’s years of not that attractive and then all of a sudden it’s like you’ve been given a jolt and everything seems to be working fine.

But when lightening strikes it feels like you can’t go wrong at all. And that’s pretty much how I felt.

The Girl In Purple was still around with her friends.  Their place in the corner of the room had the reputation of  “Hottest chicks of the workfloor sit here!” And it’s true, all the hot chicks sat in that particular corner. Well most of them anyway.

There were two up front and nearby the place I sat. One girl was the Girl In Pink.

By this time I had the reputation of womanizer at work. Not the best reputation but I don’t have the luxury of choosing. I would have preferred Superman. Or Batman.  Anything but that lousy name of womanizer. I mean please…Not what I do at all and definitely not representative of who I am. It’s really annoying come to think of it.

The girl in pink, now that was a beast. I am pretty sure of it. She’s a fucking hot blonde. With a fucking hot ass and she was in the mood for a flirt.

So was I!

“So I hear that you are not allowed to flirt anymore at work…”, she said.

“Are you trying to take away my manhood?”, I asked.

We kept flirting but the moment we wanted to exchange spit an image popped up in my mind.

“I am sorry, I can’t…I am apparently with someone…”

“She doesn’t have to know, now does she…”, she replied.

An uncomfortable silence followed…

“But I would know…and I still like my 8 hours of sleep at night…”

It’s really too bad.

Funny how the conversation only took 5 mins before we were ready to jump in each other’s arms.

One of my colleagues who was sitting nearby and overheard us gave me the look as if he was thinking “wow, he is good…”. I was trying to hold back my laughter but I got to admit that it was a funny one.

My colleagues looked at me when I came back at the lunch table.

“Ofcourse he is quiet. He is still enjoying his flirt.”

I remembered a thing that happened a while ago with some other chick which was similar.

“Hey baby, I fuck on a first date…”
“Great…we have something in common..”

I still have no idea what her name is or where she is from. All I know that at that moment in time, I was ready to fuck her and so was she.