Office Womaniser

Work stopped at the office. There was no end to the stairs and sniping from colleagues. Eileen, the air hostess, it seemed, had come out to kill in the true sense of the word.

I must admit, I have never seen such a vivacious, flirtatious, sexily dressed woman. Her dress (if you could call it) had a low neckline and it was such that when she bent over it seemed as if her boobs would escape from their temporary trap. We were breathlessly bamboozled.

I could recognise the stares of the other men and the odd women trying to talk ill of Eileen’s red mini-dress or was it the tantalising eyelashes?

Lusty Romeo

I told myself this was total seduction. A lusty Romeo, I almost fell for it. Perhaps it was because they had seen many like her come to the office and never returns a second time. I am sure they asked where they disappeared. I was the office lothario.

It was in moments like this that I did a moral inventory of my life. I was heavily laden. I was guilty, I was a loser. A man ill-at-ease with his life. At times I did things in the night, which at daybreak I asked myself whether it was worth the trouble in the first place.

My recent relationship with the office intern ended in heartbreak. Was I ready for another round of emotional roller coaster?

Eileen provided the perfect woman for renewal. But I hated it when I thought that she would join the list of the was-there-done-that. 

By the way, what happens in failed relationships?

Is it that we men blame ourselves too much for the failed relationships. In theory, with every heartache, we should be better persons. In truth that never happens.

Poignancy of parting

Experience is the best teacher, they say, but the sour taste left in mouths when we are spurned or jilted stiffens our hearts and makes us to be wary the next time. No one could possibly be made any better by the bitterness, the acrimony and the poignancy of parting.

My beef is with women. The female species equate us with the dance fly where sex is a game of wit and style and relationships are secondary. The average male is seen as cold and calculating in total disregard of the feelings of the woman. The male dance fly catches a small fly and dangles it in front of the female as it dances. But the gift is wrapped in a silk balloon so it takes effort to open it up. Meanwhile while she is at it, the male has his way. If the male is done before the female has unwrapped the gift, the male snatches it and takes to another female.