The May-December relationship that had started to develop with my older man was just a flirtatious and conversational one; nothing was ever spoken about it going any further. And since Brandon was 26 years my senior, I felt that I was comfortable with that. The last thing that I needed on my heavy school load was an office romance between me and a manager of the company I worked for. Sure, nepotism in our company was pretty much a given, but a relationship and the drama that would follow was perhaps the last thing my company needed to deal with.
Every year, everyone from the company was eager to attend the annual holiday party, filled with people formally overdressed, an open bar, and music. It was the perfect breeding ground for gossip, drama, and who knows, maybe even workplace hookups. To my excitement, this was the perfect situation for me and Brandon to get a little cozy with one another.
What I wasn’t expecting was for Brandon to blatantly flirt with me in a way that made me realize he was thinking along the same lines, especially in front of one of our co-workers. Brandon had just openly admitted that he was single to insinuate that he was a potential candidate to be my date. Joanne, the other receptionist, seemed to come to some sort of conclusion of her own. She looked over at the both of us, laughed, and said, “Well, if that wasn’t completely obvious, I don’t know what is!” Joanne looked over at Brandon and winked. He let out one of his boisterous laughs.
I was speechless and had no idea how to respond. A part of me wanted to be that confident woman with a clever remark ready, and usually I was. However, this time I felt like I was in high school and the popular jock just smiled at me. Flushed and embarrassed, I just followed their laughs with one of my own and let out a sigh of relief as Brandon and Joanne changed the subject.
Turning in my chair, I immediately e-mailed Melinda, my best friend, about what had just happened. It may have seemed insignificant, but to me, it was a definite turning point. Whether or not he would ever admit it to himself, I knew Brandon liked me. And he liked me enough to flirt with a peon secretary where he was a prominent manager.
As the date of the holiday party drew closer, I knew that I had to go. Not only to see firsthand what everyone was raving about, but also to see Brandon. And this was my chance to dress up for him. The first thing I needed was the perfect dress, one that didn’t seem too dressy and flashy, but that definitely made a statement. I ended up going with a long-sleeve knee-length dress that fit tightly on my petite frame. It had silver glitter throughout the entire dress and so I just accessorized with a pair of earrings. It was a little out of my budget, but realizing that it may serve as some sort of investment, I forked over the plastic. Brandon had better notice me and that was that.