NOTE: Today is Thursday, and I saw my ex again. I realize I didn't post about this, but she works out of an office near mine on Thursdays and she had told me that we could meet for lunch, Since I’m going to see more of her in the near future, I will call her Sofia for ease of reference, which is not her real name. Now, since I don't think it is fair to give her a fake name while I call my actual wife by her initial so I'll just call my wife Victoria.
I saw Sofia again today.
This time, I saw her early enough and waved to her as I was entering the deli to buy lunch.
She joined me and asked me if I was going to buy “for here or to go”. I usually
bring my food and eat it in my office, but I decided to eat it there, with
Sofia. Something interesting is that the last time I saw her, it felt like a temptation, but this time, it didn't. I think it is because I had some
sexual release with Victoria recently, not like the last time, that I had not.
We talked about inconsequential
things for most of the time, like the weather, my children, her son (or is it a daughter? I don't remember) but when lunch was nearly over and it was about
time to return to the office, a young woman from my building walked by. She is
not my co-worker, but I see her often, because she works in an office one floor
below mine that must have a young-and-unreasonably-attractive hiring policy,
because I have not seen anyone get to that floor, male or female, who does not
meet that criteria. She was wearing high-heel leather boots and a short
skirt, both black (don’t ask me what was above the skirt, because I wouldn’t be
able to tell you).
I didn’t realize I was staring, but Sofia
did. In our days together, she would have been very upset at that, and we would
have had a fight (part of the reason I broke up with her) but today she just
waited until I finished eye-stalking the way-too-young-for-me blond creature.
I felt a little embarrassed when I met Sofia’s eyes again and realized that she’d
been waiting in silence with a smirk in her face.
“You’ve always been quite the legs guy,” she
commented casually. When we were dating all those years ago, she was pretty
much flat-chested (not so anymore) so I always made sure she knew that I was a
“bottom” type of guy and not a “top”.
It’s funny that I actually used those terms back then, referring to Butts
vs. Breasts and not to Submissive vs. Dominant (although they coincidentally
correlate). She said legs, but she meant ass.
“Those boots!” I found myself saying before
I realized who I was talking to, looking at the girl as she approached the corner. “If that girl told me to kneel on the
floor and kiss them, I’d probably do it.”
Now, I have no idea why I blurted that out
to Sofia. I have never told anyone anything like that (well, I told a few
friends from high school in a class reunion once, but it was a joke). My theory
is that since I had an intimate relationship with Sofia before, and I have no
attachment to her now, I felt confident enough to make such a comment.
I finally realized what I had done when
Sofia asked me if I liked dominant women. I looked at her again, and she was
smiling innocently. I said yes, and I told her that I had fantasies of
submitting to women.
“You never mentioned that to me,” she said.
She would have indulged back then, even if it was only a fantasy, because we
were young and she was of the “try everything once” persuasion.
“I didn’t know it back then,” I said. “I
discovered it years after I married to Victoria”.
“Does she dominate you?”
“Well,” I said, finally hesitating, my boldness fading quickly at the mention of my wife. I don’t think I should be sharing private information about my relationship with Sofia.
“It’s okay,” she said, waving a hand. "It's none of my
business”.
Of course, my non-answer had been eloquent
enough, so I found myself blushing.
We finished the meal in silence, or rather I finished in silence. She had finished several minutes before. It was
time for me to get back to the daily grind.
“You know?” Sofia said when we were
leaving. “I wish you’d had told me back then”.
“I couldn’t,” I said, “I didn’t know”.
“I know,” she said. “I know, but everything
would have been so much better.”
That REALLY got my attention. And I mean
REALLY! I stopped. We were supposed to walk in different directions, but I
suddenly felt an urgent need to ask her why she had made that comment.
“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “I guess
I was afraid of you being gay or something.”
“What?” I asked. I don’t know what
registered on my face, but Sofia started to laugh. “Why you say that? You were
with me thinking I was gay?”
“I didn’t THINK so,” she said. “But
sometimes I was afraid you might be... Don’t you have to get back to work?”
I did. I had actually exceeded the time
allotted for my lunch break. Not that my bosses (I should tell you about my
bosses some time) are too hard on enforcing it, but one should never abuse the
privilege.
“I really want to know more about that,” I
said as we bid farewells again. “Are you going to be around tomorrow?”
“No,” she said. “I won’t be working from
here until next Thursday (August 6) but I’ll be in town Tuesday if you are up
to having lunch again.”
I hesitated. August 4 is a special date for
me, and I had been planning to take the day off to do something with Victoria
(we have done something special on this date 3 years in a row) but it seems
like we won’t be able to this time.
“I don’t think I can make it on Tuesday,
and I’d hate for you to come down and not find me” I said.
“I’ll see you Thursday then?” She asked.
“Yes,” I said, as we parted ways. Last I
saw her face, she still wore an ample smile.
Now, I’m bank home, wondering about the gay
thing. I don’t have anything against gays, but I have never felt same-gender
attraction, and have always identified as straight, so it was very curious that
she thought I could be gay. I’ve been thinking about it and have no idea why
she thought that. Blasted schedules that I’ll have to wait one week to find
out.