THE CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG

My boss went on holidays. He took advantage of it and was constantly on top of me. He would spend a lot of time on the chat and then really at my place, on her vacant seat chatting in person with me. He said things that brought out the red in me. Things I hadn't heard in many, many years. It helped he was older than me, he saw me as someone younger. I was so used to be looked at as someone older. I was really flattered. He made me feel rejuvenated, better than any cream with hyaluronic acid or antioxidants, or Omega-3 oils. He made me feel more energetic than the endorphins generated when running or exercise. I started to stop sleeping because I would think of him. I started actually skipping out of bed, like Cinderella, almost singing to the idea of getting to work and pass by his place to see him smiling at me. More than him I was in love with life again.
Then one day, it happened. He got pretty intense on the chat. He sent me lyrics of songs he liked. His musical tastes were far different from mine. I didn't know any of those songs. They said nothing to me. I mean, they did, but as I didn't relate to them I just read them as something read for the first time, void of any real meaning. He sent about four different songs. They were quite confusing. They were very sexy, asking me to have "something" with him. Literally. It was not clear for me what "something" meant. Now I know he meant just nothing really serious. Then, he went to my place and kissed me, right there, in the mouth, quite passionately and then he suddenly stopped, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I was very confused, embarrassed, wanting more, wanting to talk and clear what was going on. He left and then it was time to leave and I also left. It was weird how we ended up together in the lift, both of us only, alone, no one else. He said, "See? Destiny wanted us to end up together!" and he kissed me again. I didn't refuse. He walked with me for three blocks. He lifted me in the air and he kissed me and he was really romantic and he said beautiful things that I'm sure came from somewhere inside him, although I'm not exactly sure where from. He left and I stood there, stupidly staring and dreaming. I was so happy and so illusioned. So hungry for love.