At this point I'd been working for the .agency for over a year. My .associates were all decent enough people but .one in particular seemed to catch my fancy more than the others in the .office. If it wasn't for the silly .信息 tramp stamp she'd be almost perfect. What does that even mean anyhow? Who knows, she must have got it when the random Asian language .tattoo was all the craze. Her name was .Ally and she was a .lawyer for our in .house council. A guy I worked with that we all .call pMo told me that he saw her at the .club .one time; he said she liked to do the invisible .horse riding .dance and that it was a .total .lamer move. Personally speaking, I had seen .pics and found it to be downright .sexy.
Anyhow, I've gotten way .off track. .Ally seemed to .like .George, this .Swiss guy who was an .accountant, and thought he was the .best thing since .hot .apple pie. I didn't get it .George was a .Republican and .Ally was a .Democrat, .George drove a .new .Lexus and .Ally would only .drive a .KIA, .George was a .Catholic and .Ally always said she didn't believe in a "magical .man in the .sky"; the list could go on and on but I'll stop right there. .George wasn't even a nice guy; .one .day I saw him punch .baby. I'm not kidding, he ran right up to the .kid at a .restaurant in .Miami and punched him.
"Want to go get a .beer? This meeting .sucks," it was .Ally, oh shit.
".Yes?" Why the hell did I answer in the form of a question.
"I'll .buy," she had the biggest .smile when she said it. "Could be .wine if you don't .like .beer, or .coffee, .pizza, whatever."
My .social skills left a bit to be desired. All through .school, even .college, I was a bumbling idiot when I'd try to .chat with any girl, "Um, I'm supposed to .drive .Chloe to the .shop to get her .LandRover." Did I really just say that? Ugh!
"Oh, well ok. Let me know when you're .able to .meet with me; I want to .show you some important information," she walked away.
I thought I should .run and .chase her, tell her I changed my mind, tell her I .love her. That's exactly what I did. Well, the running and chasing part at least. When she turned around to see what crazy person was coming up behind her so .fast I tripped, stepped on her .green .shoes, knocked her into the .supply .room, .ink refills spilled all over her, and I happened to .land right on .top of her.
"Sorry?" Another stupid response in the form of a question.
".WTF, .RICH! Not .cool. You just ruined my .clothing!" .Ally was seriously not happy and her face had turned bright .red.
"I'll just go .home," I was embarrassed but didn't .care anymore; I have to be the biggest klutz on planet .Earth.
"No, I shouldn't be so mean. You didn't do it on purpose," even when she was mad and a mess she was still so full of .beauty.
"I changed my mind, can we still go to the .bar and get that .glass of .beer .now?" I was sure she would never say yes, I was sure she would break my .heart.
".Yes," that word was like .music to my ears. "Let's go have some .fun."
To be continued...maybe