Guest writer for mynzdreamblog
I worked in people's homes all my life. First with my father and then on my own. I met some interesting, wonderful, and strange people over 48 years of working. Just as I was getting divorced, I worked for a very attractive and lively woman a few years older than I. She was very friendly and seemed interested in me. I am a car guy and she drove an XKE. That was all I needed to be interested in her. She followed me around her building as I repaired all the holes in the walls after a repipe of the building. After I finished, she asked me to join her for a drink. I don't drink alcohol but we sat and talked for some time as I nursed a glass of juice. She lingered over a shot of vodka. I couldn't get that car out of my mind. It was sleek, long, and beautiful. It was almost as beautiful as she was. "You know R.C. I've had some serious boyfriends over the last few years, but I never let them drive my car." I was twenty-eight and nursing a broken heart at the time. I thought of the possibilities with this woman sitting across from me and the fact that my wife had just informed me that she was in love with another man. My heart pounded in my chest with a mix of lust and sorrow. I always had my clipboard with me filled with invoices and estimate forms for work. She had me so worked up that when I left, I left it behind. I called her when I got home and asked to stop by the next day to pick it up. When I arrived the next day, she was just as beautiful as I remembered her to be. Nothing came of our encounter, sadly, but I often think of what might have been. Perhaps she could have mended my broken heart and made my journey through the loss of my marriage a little easier. As I tell my son, "you should never regret meeting a new lover even if it doesn't work out. You will have learned something along the way and perhaps it will make you a stronger and better person."
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