Two clear opportunities exist this week: the girl from the bar, lets call her Mona; and the receptionist from work, Rachel.
Work...a whole other story. If the City isn't a distraction enough, the skirts at the office will make you loopy. Funny thing, I never quite realized how status changed the game completely until after graduate school. Married or not, when you attain status, eyebrows begin to raise.
My first post grad job was with a young firm. Young guys and young girls made up most of the staff with the principles in their 30's or 40's. Your in your 20's you get a nice corner office with a view and some status and everyone else in the office notices, especially all of the young and not so young woman. This place was better than any pick up bar. No lies, no gimmicks, everyone knew who everyone else was and what they wanted. Marriage? Most of the women didn't care whether they were married or if you were. You wound up spending so much time together that it was just a matter of time before you started pounding each other.
This morning my interest piqued and I decided to call Mona. We had a brief but interesting conversation. She is definitely wild and uninhibited. She started in with smart ass comments on what the SFO thought of me calling. Threw some banter back her way and asked why she didn't ask the SFO at the club on Friday. Anyway, drinks on Tuesday. This girl is ready to go, she wants to punch and in a bad way. And although you never know...It seems like it will be hot and wet. We'll see....
More on her and Rachel later...
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