Raza

I got this job over the summer – one which requires me to be a little discreet in the interest of myself and the man I am about to discuss. All I can say is we wore uniforms.

It was a miserable job. The people I worked with (mostly men) were assholes who never trusted me not to get my ass kicked while out on my own. They were idiots for the most part who had no clue how to treat people with respect and never had much cooperation in light of this. There was one though…whether Raza was really always flirting with me at work is not relevant as he has managed to end up in this blog regardless. I spent a lot of time report writing for this job as I was new and so did he because he was ridiculously good at what he did. This gave me a million opportunities to bug the fuck out of him with my rookie questions which usually resulted in him giving me a hard time and me thoroughly enjoying every minute of it.

I honestly cannot say, after I lost my job, that I expected to ever see any of the people I worked with ever again, unless by accident. Before I moved back home, I found myself at a bar I would never have gone to had I not been in the area seeing the new Batman movie. The cowboy bar next door was open and convenient so I stopped in for a few cold ones.

To my surprise, Raza and one of our other coworkers were there. When I approached them, they almost didn’t recognize me. I was pretty flattered because I knew it was a compliment…that uniform does nothing for a figure and having your hair pulled back and no makeup on is rarely a good look for any girl. A few drinks later, I was telling Raza what my “lifelong goal” was and he was telling me he was happy to oblige. I didn’t have the means to satisfy this goal, nor did I know anyone who could assist me so that was quickly dismissed (all I can say is it involves oral sex, weed, and someone in his position).

What wasn’t dismissed, however, was the offer to meet up after the bar. He couldn’t come back with me directly as my roommates and the guy he was with still worked at my former place of employment. We had to make sure the coast was clear so neither of us would be seen together.

I went home and started drinking heavily, awaiting his arrival. I’m not sure I could have been drunk enough for what ensued…

For the last two months, I had spent a decent portion of my time (both at work and off), thinking about how fabulously hot sex with Raza would be. Aside from the fact our job in and of itself was attractive, I had seen him do some pretty impressive and tough things. He was probably one of the most respected guys there and was recognized regularly for his kick ass work (or ass kicking work, whichever). The buildup in my head was enough for me to be pretty forward with him at the bar so, clearly, I was into him.

The sex was miserable. So miserable that I can’t even tell you much about it a few months later. I’ve conveniently forgotten the details and written off every other guy who holds this job. The crazy part is: we’re still in touch with one another. I’m over 500 miles away and I still hear from him pretty regularly. I don’t know what his motivation is…

But I still have a lifelong mission to accomplish.




to be finished at a later date. ;)