THE WARNING

Just a few days after I entered the new job I was warned, so I cannot claim I was caught unaware or an innocent prey to the mean wolf. However, as my habit is to blame others, I'll blame Hollywood chick flicks. They always show adultery as sexy, incredibly romantic and the real pinnacle of love (what is pinnacle anyway? ) as in The Bridges of Madison County, something to keep to yourself, written in a diary until your daughter is old enough to read or until you die and she discovers it. Whatever, I'm rambling. I was warned. I was told, "Be careful of that man, he loves to seduce women, but he's married and he loves pornography." Being used as I am to be ignored olimpically by men I shrugged my shoulders and threw the warning to the wastebasket.
But I was not ignored. The first Christmas party of the office I went to, he invited me to dance twice and he was drunk as a sailor... or a musician. Since that day he used to smile at me each time I walked by his place, which was often because he's on the way to the drinking fountain. He started saying good morning and I replied.
We happened to be invited to a couple of gatherings with work mates and we would exchange a few laughs. Nothing really important. I started looking back. I started noting he checked me out each time I walked by. Each time. I didn't really like him. His face seemed like that of a little blackish bat. All pushed-like with hardly a nose sticking out of it. But I was intrigued. I wanted to know what would happen next.