I was in a position where I would get calls from all over and handle problems. I was the go-to guy where I worked. I had one contact that instead of people coming to me one at a time, the company would go to her and she would come to me with 5 or 6 problems.
We really hit it off. She would e-mail me and courier me whatever papers I needed. I actually looked forward to her notes. So much so that one afternnon after about 5 weeks of this back and forth, she called me. She was going to be transferred to my building. I had wood right then. She had the most sexy voice I had ever heard, up to that point in my life. Fuck! Probably still in the top 5 to this day. I also knew that the highlight of her day was talking to me. She told me and it really sounded sincere.
So the time came for her to come to my building. She seemed very cryptic the last few times we talked. Not telling me where in my building she would be, etc. My sources eventually told me that they had been in the building for about three weeks. She had been one floor down and on the other side of the building most of this time.
That jangled my senses: why did she do this? She didn't tell me she had already moved into the building. Oh yeah, I was married about 6 months. Maybe she wasn't a 'homewrecker'; Maybe she was not interested after she saw me (confirmed by sources that that was not the case -- just the opposite); or, was there something wrong with her? Hmmm...
Well, I finally figured out exactly where she was and went down with a stack of papers I was going to send her boss. Here was my opposrtunity. I marched down and as I rounded the corner to where she would be, I saw a little troll with the sexiest voice. She was the epitome of a phone sex operator. I was devastated. I almost dropped the papers, along with my jaw. All the blood drained out of my head. I almost passed out (seriously). I geve her boss the papers and looked over and gave her a "Hello" (so she knew that I knew that she knew), and went back upstairs. Once I could move again.
Our relationship cooled thereafter. I guess she knew "what was what" and didn't want to deal with it right then. She probably got that alot, too. I felt really bad for her later. She was actually a nice person. I still enjoyed talking to her but on a more profesisonal basis. We did remain friends.
Hey, at least "Girl 6" didn't end up being "Girl 6X": one of my best friends had a similar situation but his girl ended up being 450+ pounds. She was really nice, though. Just REALLY REALLY big. Two of him, pretty much.
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