Sometimes in the middle of the early morning hours of my work day, usually between 6:30am and 7:00am, the office's air conditioning unit kicks on and makes it so unbearably cold at my desk to where I need to physically get up and leave the office, even if just for a few minutes. The air conditioner in the office apparently works very well of late, because in a matter of minutes, the temperature at my cubicle will drop from a comfortable 76 degrees to an especially cold and almost unbearable 70 degrees. I usually seek temporary refuge in my car. I sit in the driver's seat for a few minutes, with the car on and sadly, with the heater running at 74 degrees. I might spend anywhere between 15 and 30 minutes in the car, thawing out. You can call it a break if you want. It's a form of seeking relief really.
For much of the past week, as I sit in the car, thawing out and hoping to regain sensation in my extremities, I listen to the radio and as I do, I stare out the front windshield. The building across the parking lot where I'm parked always looks empty, much like my building at that hour. Their lot is empty. As I sit there in my car for those few minutes, trying to warm up, I see cars gradually start to fill their lot. The first person I tend to see is a large, heavy-set female security guard driving a black Tesla. She backs into the parking space she has chosen. Within minutes of parking, she gets out of her car, with beverage tumbler in hand, and opens her trunk. She puts on her light blue, security guard button-up shirt and soon, she is fully dressed in her work uniform. She already has her black work pants on. She shuts the trunk and makes her way towards her building, usually taking at least one sip from that tumbler.
Moments later, an older man pulls into the lot and parks a few spaces away from where the security guard parked. He doesn't take as long to park and make his way to his building. Of course, he doesn't work in the same building as the security guard. He only parks where he does because of the electric vehicle parking station that happens to there. He plugs his car into that charging station and promptly walks off. He walks past my car, over to whatever building he works. I don't know where he goes or if he ever sees me. For all I know, he might have a long walk ahead of him, which might explain why he doesn't waste much time from the time he parks to the time he's walking away.
While I see this man and the female security guard park and arrive for their respective work shifts, I am not particularly focused on either of them. I'm more interested in another woman who typically arrives after those two. I don't know her order of arrival. Maybe she's the fourth or fifth one to get there? Because of the bushes and shrubbery between where I'm parked and where she usually parks, I don't see her car that well. I don't know what kind of car she drives, at least by make or model. All I know is that her car is dark in color. Black? Midnight blue? I can't readily say. Her car's windows are tinted. When I see a car that matches that vague description, dark with tinted windows, I am immediately attentive and focused.
I am parked in my car, gradually thawing out and regaining sensation in my fingers and toes. That is my primary purpose of even being out there. I am not out there to wait for this woman to arrive. The fact that I see her is clearly a treat for me. A bonus, if you will. Call it a perk.
When that dark-colored car's driver's side door opens, I am looking at the car attentively, waiting anxiously to see who might exit. Within seconds, I know. There she is.
I've seen her before, a few times prior to this past week. I do not know her name. There's a good chance that I'll never learn her name. I don't know what she does for work. I just know that she works in that building, the same one as the security guard who got there minutes earlier. I'll tell you what I do know. That woman (not the security guard - she's kind of plain and relatively unremarkable) is drop-dead gorgeous.
Latina. Thick. Busty. Curvy. Very shapely. Nice thighs and backside. Always dressed to the nines. Form-fitting pants. Nice blouse. Straight long black hair that reaches the middle of her back. Beautiful face. Just a sight to behold.
I don't think she sees me as I sit in my car, staring at her, and just riveted by her every move. She doesn't know it, but she helps to complete my thawing efforts.
She doesn't waste much time once she has arrived. She parks. She gets out of her car. She gradually makes her way towards her building and within seconds, I lose sight of her as she turns left and walks into her building. I watch her intently as she walks away from her car, with the utmost grace and confidence.
This entire "interaction" takes no more than 60 seconds, but that brief time does not make it any less memorable.
I work the weekends most weeks and I know that I won't see her on Saturday or Sunday. This has apparently become a just weekday thing.
Like most people, I rarely look forward to Mondays. This woman creates just a bit of motivation for me to look forward to Monday and the work week in general.
She is, at this point, just eye candy. I will have to be content with that and I am.
I am still a diabetic, but I will still take in sugar, be it orally or visually.
Clearly, I'm not the best diabetic.
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