So this woman I knew was walking down the hallway at work in front of me. Let me describe the scene and it will help you understand the importance of the fact that she was walking in front of me. The hallway is bare bones drab white walls with very few doors. It runs down the center of the office because we have one of those neat modern offices where the office areas for the big wigs are all in the center which gives the hallways a chance to go down the windows. We call all look out the windows any time we want because they aren't behind the closed doors of the executives. It's actually a neat thing, but the important parts are in the center of the building such as the stairwell and other items and are hidden by a long hallway that people sometimes use as a short cut.
Anyway, this woman... Woman. I say woman because she's older than I am. She's actually in her late 30s but hides it very well. It's almost guaranteed that she's going to wear a short dress or skirt. It's never flamboyant, never flashy, always a solid or lightly striped color of grey or black. She's almost always wears a blouse of some sort. Most of the time she doesn't have a jacket on over her blouse and its pretty obvious that she pays close attention to the style bra she wears because its guaranteed to be seen through the thin material. She's thin, a little too thin for my ideal liking but I think that's because her olive skin makes her look thinner and her straight brown hair doesn't do anything to make her look any larger either. She's definitely attractive. I pay close attention to shoes when I'm in the office. For some reason shoes do it for me. Any female can buy a suit but it takes a strong personality to really pull of a pair unique, sexy looking heels.
Anyway again.... this woman is walking in front of me and since the hallway is clear of those that might catch me while I'm following her my eyes begin to wander and I actually start to daydream a bit about me with her. We have "quiet rooms". These are rooms that are literally just rooms with couches in them with phones and dim lighting. I swear they are there so women can pump milk out of their boobs for their kids later on, but none the less again, its modern so they are there. As guys we always joke about hooking up with people in the "quiet room" and seeing how loud we can be in there. So that's where my mind goes. I envision getting this woman in the quiet room. Well right when I get to one of the best parts of the daydream all of a sudden she step by step, Day by day, A fresh start over, A different hand to play, The deeper we fall, The stronger we stay, And we'll be better, The second time around.
Anyway, this woman... Woman. I say woman because she's older than I am. She's actually in her late 30s but hides it very well. It's almost guaranteed that she's going to wear a short dress or skirt. It's never flamboyant, never flashy, always a solid or lightly striped color of grey or black. She's almost always wears a blouse of some sort. Most of the time she doesn't have a jacket on over her blouse and its pretty obvious that she pays close attention to the style bra she wears because its guaranteed to be seen through the thin material. She's thin, a little too thin for my ideal liking but I think that's because her olive skin makes her look thinner and her straight brown hair doesn't do anything to make her look any larger either. She's definitely attractive. I pay close attention to shoes when I'm in the office. For some reason shoes do it for me. Any female can buy a suit but it takes a strong personality to really pull of a pair unique, sexy looking heels.
Anyway again.... this woman is walking in front of me and since the hallway is clear of those that might catch me while I'm following her my eyes begin to wander and I actually start to daydream a bit about me with her. We have "quiet rooms". These are rooms that are literally just rooms with couches in them with phones and dim lighting. I swear they are there so women can pump milk out of their boobs for their kids later on, but none the less again, its modern so they are there. As guys we always joke about hooking up with people in the "quiet room" and seeing how loud we can be in there. So that's where my mind goes. I envision getting this woman in the quiet room. Well right when I get to one of the best parts of the daydream all of a sudden she step by step, Day by day, A fresh start over, A different hand to play, The deeper we fall, The stronger we stay, And we'll be better, The second time around.