I want that power.
There were rumors of her arrival a week ahead of time.
“she was model hotâ€
“she was in a calenderâ€
“she worked one of those hot girl bars.â€
“have you seen her picture on facebook.â€
I didn't look.
When I saw her that first day, I had to focus not to show a reaction. Poker face man! Keep the fucking poker face. She was stunning. One of the most gorgeous woman I'd seen in real life. She had stepped out of a magazine, television, or the internet. Although not quite a woman. She was 23 or 24, but I could see she was still coming into her own. Who she was and what she looked like had not solidified. Sure we all constantly change or stagnate and become boring, but something happens in the mid twenties. We get set on a mental direction.
My thoughts on her. What the hell is she doing here? She must be stupid. She's been getting by on her looks. She would fail at this job. If it weren't for the four or five guys already around her desk. They would keep her afloat.
I walked by pretending to barely notice, went to my desk, not far from her's, and started working immediately.
Over the next three days I watched and listened. In those three days there was always some guy nearby talking at her. Telling stories about themselves, making jokes, and generally being obvious. A male could not walk within a certain radius of her desk without being drawn in. She had a gravitational well around her. I want that power. She doesn't even know what to do with it. There was even a guy I was sure was gay because of the indifference he seemed to have around attractive women. Turned out he was the worst of the bunch. In those three days I only exchanged pleasantries in passing.
On the fourth day she came to me. I knew she would have to. The proximity of my desk and that I knew something about her job insured she would come ask me questions. Over the last two days of the work week she spent a fair amount of time at my desk. Suddenly my area was very popular. I would only get about five min before some guy would show up and stand around listing and sometimes interjecting into our conversation. When that happened, I would go back to busying myself and she and the male would drift back to her desk. BTW my productivity last week was doubled.
In those minutes I had her to myself I learned more about her than anyone else. I also became to her a lot like her favorite professor from college. I enjoyed my week greatly and just wanted to share or brag. However you want to look at.
One thing I was wrong about. She isn't she getting by on her looks. This is my prejudice against very attractive women.