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Because of this most men have always been awkward and hesitant to
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I met my husband in the Valley, fell in love and got married last fall.
Shortly thereafter a much older, black maintenance man at my company,
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I, of course, would decline as politely and diplomatically as I could
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I told my husband about this but he would just laugh it off and joke
about it. After all, he had seen Amos and knew he was well over 60,
fat, missing a tooth or two, and just a homely man.
Then, after a few weeks of this, one day Amos kind of cornered me in one
of the hallways when no one else was around.
"Hey sweets, you ready to go to lunch wit me yet?' he asked with a big
smile showing a few missing teeth.
"Amos, now you know I'm married and...uh...you know...it
...uh...well...it wouldn't be right," I stammered. But my hesitation
just seemed to make him work harder at his objective.
"Aw, c'mon baby, give a man a break. I's just wants to take you to
lunch. Don't make an old man feel put down!" he said with this pained
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Andy continued snoring and I fell off into a deep sleep.
The next day at lunch I honestly hoped Amos would forget all about it.
But it was foolish of me to think he would.
"Ready for our date?" he said as he ambled up to my desk.
I wanted to scream, "THIS ISN'T A DATE!!!" and just explain to him it
was "just" lunch. But nothing came out of my mouth. I just smiled
weakly. Inside I just didn't want a scene; plus, I knew it would do no
good. He would never listen.
As we walked out to his car in the parking lot I could feel his hand
gently on the small of my back. "Unbelievable! This old, black,
maintenance man has the gall to put his arm around me," I thought to
myself. But again, I couldn't bring myself to object and create some
kind of scene or confrontation. So I let it go.
By the time we got within a few feet of his car I could feel him
becoming bolder and definitely let his hand rest on my lower back. He
now definitely had his arm around me.
He opened the door of his old , dirty '89 Cadillac for me and let me
slide in. As I did I noticed his eyes taking a nice long, obvious look
up under the short leather mini skirt I was wearing. Why had I worn
this sexy little skirt, I thought to myself.
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