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You would guess something else entirely at seeing him enter a room or walking down a street heading for the parking garage after work. I'm not a three piece suit kind of woman, my aesthetic running in the direction of tight tees and jeans year round; yet he was an eye catcher and new to the neighborhood.

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We took our breaks out front because Em like to smoke and the building was smoke free, so at noon Monday through Friday we caught him entering the building next door. Who has a job where the day begins at lunchtime? We didn't mind pondering the anomaly because we had gotten to see him walk past us every day at or around noon for the last six weeks. We hoped he was not just a consultant on a limited run, preferred turning him into a  full time lawyer, or political operative, CEO of a large corporation, or the best dressed man in GQ two years in a row. We had to know. It was our daily goal to find out.

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He had to see us, walking past our clutch everyday. We saw the New York Times tucked under his arm that held the cup of steaming coffee. We wagered that it was black or with sugar only or real cream with a whisper of sweetner. It was probably tea. He was money, he looked like he owned the building. We never saw his car, but had dreams of Lamborgini, Corvette, 1958 Thunderbird, or Porche - eac one, of course, black. Another bet was that one day he would look at one of us and smile. I wore natural fibers mostly, not the inexpensive kind, but off the rack designer showing lots of leg and a hint of crevice. Em was Ms polyester, and Denise, who we called Denny, was queen of the pant suit. I noticed the subtle competition that had begun to evolve; hair cuts, new threads, big purses. What is it with big purses anyway. I own a closet full of them. They tend to be used as purse disguiseed as a suitcase. Takes fifteen minutes to change purses to match the day's couture. Who did we think we were? Madona or Aguillera, Jaylo or Ms America. We wanted that glance, that acknowledgment that says we mutually find each other classic and worth dating.

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Day sixty two, and not a twitch in our direction. Today's three piece was a dark gray with a subtly shaded paisly tie of dusty rose and rich red wine. Eventually he would notice our ogling. Our ages averaged twenty five and with the energy of youth, we were ambitiously eager for recognition. His head never turned, but optimism is free and we had plenty of room for it in our big satchel sized bags.

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Lady A

08-25-15

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