Straight Female / 28
I grew up in middle America, out there where there is one stop light and a Dollar store. I managed to go to college, first at the Junior college in the city 50 miles away and then on to the four year college. I worked my way through, I borrowed money but fortunately I am frugal and managed to keep my student debts down. I worked as a maid at a hotel, I worked as a waitress at the Waffle House, I worked as a clerk in the Kinesiology Department, but I got my degree. I tried sales and didn't like it, I just am not that good at commission sales so I transferred into the office in an Accounts Payable position at the corporate headquarters and here I am.
Except that six months ago I was in the company cafeteria and a man came in and the place was full so he walked over to my table and asked if he could sit down and he did. We talked about things, mostly about my college and my lunch hour was over and I excused myself, he asked for my name and I went back to work. Around three my supervisor called me to her office and introduced me to Mrs. Anderson and I was to go with her because Mr. Smith (not his real name) was waiting for me. Mrs. Anderson led the way, we went up the elevators to the 30th floor and then she used a pass key to get on another elevator to the 32nd floor. She knocked on a door and she ushered me into an office the size of a house, and there was the man that had lunch at my table.
He introduced himself as Mr. Smith, he was the CEO of the company and he said that he didn't like unended conversations, he invited me to sit on this couch and he sat in the chair, offered me something to drink and Mrs. Anderson went to get it. He renewed our conversation, told me about himself and asked deeper and deeper questions about my home and family. He told me about his home and family, he grew up very differently than I did. The time went by, an hour and he laughed and made me laugh and asked me if I always ate in the cafeteria. He said that he had a call but that he wanted to have a permanent date with me, called Mrs. Anderson in and told her to reserve Tuesdays for us to have lunch.
We had lunch in his private dining room. On Tuesdays Mrs. Anderson would send me the menu for the day so that I could select from it. On Tuesdays we had lunch alone and he was very upset when he was interrupted. Mrs. Anderson learned to hold his calls. We talked about things, the weather, the economy, the Opera, the town we lived in. He asked me how it felt to be a millennial growing up today. He admired me, he said it out loud. He was so nice, he was always courteous and friendly and he hated to see the lunch time end. So did I. I waited for Tuesdays.
My mother's birthday was coming up and I told him I was going for the weekend and he asked if he could come with me, he wanted to meet my mother and father. I was confused but he insisted and we drove to my parent's home on Saturday. He stayed in the local motel and I stayed with my parents. I introduced him to my family, my parents and my siblings. He walked the property with my father, he told my mother she was a good cook. After dinner on Sunday he asked for permission to speak and he asked my father for my hand in marriage. I had only met him three months earlier, I was shocked but what can you do? My father looked at me and said if that is what I wanted. Fine then, he went to his coat pocket and brought back a ring and asked me to be his wife.
I have lunch on Tuesday's with him, the wedding is set for July when my mother is off for the summer. I see him once or twice a week in the evenings. He likes me to sit beside him now, not across from him. He likes me to wear my engagement ring. At work I don't talk about it, it is bad enough the rumors of why I go upstairs to his office. He has kissed me to make things complete, he likes to walk with me and we walk instead of going in his car. His car follows behind us and we only get in after we have had time to walk. I made love with him last week, our first time together like that. I told him he should take a test drive before buying the car. Do I love him? I ask myself that a lot, I don't know, I like him and look forward to being with him, I like talking with him. Does he love me? I presume he does, he tells me he fell in love on our first date when he sat with me in the cafeteria.
I do give Mrs. Anderson my weekly and monthly plans so that she can make sure that he sets time aside for me when I am available. She also said that she wouldn't make me go the Opera again. She intimidates me and I can't call her Alice. We are traveling to his home country to meet his extended family in March, he says it is tradition to show off the bride.
Except that six months ago I was in the company cafeteria and a man came in and the place was full so he walked over to my table and asked if he could sit down and he did. We talked about things, mostly about my college and my lunch hour was over and I excused myself, he asked for my name and I went back to work. Around three my supervisor called me to her office and introduced me to Mrs. Anderson and I was to go with her because Mr. Smith (not his real name) was waiting for me. Mrs. Anderson led the way, we went up the elevators to the 30th floor and then she used a pass key to get on another elevator to the 32nd floor. She knocked on a door and she ushered me into an office the size of a house, and there was the man that had lunch at my table.
He introduced himself as Mr. Smith, he was the CEO of the company and he said that he didn't like unended conversations, he invited me to sit on this couch and he sat in the chair, offered me something to drink and Mrs. Anderson went to get it. He renewed our conversation, told me about himself and asked deeper and deeper questions about my home and family. He told me about his home and family, he grew up very differently than I did. The time went by, an hour and he laughed and made me laugh and asked me if I always ate in the cafeteria. He said that he had a call but that he wanted to have a permanent date with me, called Mrs. Anderson in and told her to reserve Tuesdays for us to have lunch.
We had lunch in his private dining room. On Tuesdays Mrs. Anderson would send me the menu for the day so that I could select from it. On Tuesdays we had lunch alone and he was very upset when he was interrupted. Mrs. Anderson learned to hold his calls. We talked about things, the weather, the economy, the Opera, the town we lived in. He asked me how it felt to be a millennial growing up today. He admired me, he said it out loud. He was so nice, he was always courteous and friendly and he hated to see the lunch time end. So did I. I waited for Tuesdays.
My mother's birthday was coming up and I told him I was going for the weekend and he asked if he could come with me, he wanted to meet my mother and father. I was confused but he insisted and we drove to my parent's home on Saturday. He stayed in the local motel and I stayed with my parents. I introduced him to my family, my parents and my siblings. He walked the property with my father, he told my mother she was a good cook. After dinner on Sunday he asked for permission to speak and he asked my father for my hand in marriage. I had only met him three months earlier, I was shocked but what can you do? My father looked at me and said if that is what I wanted. Fine then, he went to his coat pocket and brought back a ring and asked me to be his wife.
I have lunch on Tuesday's with him, the wedding is set for July when my mother is off for the summer. I see him once or twice a week in the evenings. He likes me to sit beside him now, not across from him. He likes me to wear my engagement ring. At work I don't talk about it, it is bad enough the rumors of why I go upstairs to his office. He has kissed me to make things complete, he likes to walk with me and we walk instead of going in his car. His car follows behind us and we only get in after we have had time to walk. I made love with him last week, our first time together like that. I told him he should take a test drive before buying the car. Do I love him? I ask myself that a lot, I don't know, I like him and look forward to being with him, I like talking with him. Does he love me? I presume he does, he tells me he fell in love on our first date when he sat with me in the cafeteria.
I do give Mrs. Anderson my weekly and monthly plans so that she can make sure that he sets time aside for me when I am available. She also said that she wouldn't make me go the Opera again. She intimidates me and I can't call her Alice. We are traveling to his home country to meet his extended family in March, he says it is tradition to show off the bride.
