My story of shame.
It was her eyes that held me. That and her perfect face - I couldn't stop staring. Usual wokplaces pleasantries were exchanges and I think I was slowly advancing, until ...
It was freezing out, I came in and she said 'Your hands look so cold'.
'Ah, well' I replied, 'You know the old saying'.
'?' she said.
'Cold hands' pause for emphasis - I may have leant in - 'Hot cock'.
Dead silence. Although I heard that door being slammed and bolted.
Two days later she was made redundant and left - no connection, another story - and we hadn't spoken in the meantime.
I could have got her address easliy enough. Perhaps gone round and attempted some apology, explanation, remorse. Professed undying love and desire - but would she have forgiven me? More to the point - would my wife?
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Mon 22 Feb 2010, 13:50, Reply)