Heaven, Hell, or Houston

Betty was a skilled receptionist. Efficient, and smart enough to know exactly how to route calls throughout the building.

I interacted with her on a daily basis, and always was distracted by that ring on her finger. It looked a lot like a wedding band, so it was a sort of, "lust after her, but you can never have her," kind of thing, at times.

We worked together for over a year, and then she made the effort to walk by my desk, and announce that she was going on vacation, to Glacier National Park. I was envious. That park isn't meant for pussies.

I really didn't miss her all that much while she was gone, but then she came back, and made a point of coming by my desk, to announce her arrival. She started telling these stories, about how she had come into contact with grizzlies, and she told a good story. There was something missing, though.

At one point, I asked her, "What did your husband have to say about that."

She stated, "I'm not married."

I'm looking back, and at her hand, and she has this ring on her finger, like she's married. I confront her, and she simply states that "I like wearing a ring on that finger."

That totally pisses me off. Here's this woman, hiding herself behind a curtain of a fake marriage, all the while, she's completely free. I guess she liked that, and I don't blame her, too much.

Still, when she left, to me, it was like an opportunity that never knocked.

One time, we were in this corporate closet, looking at various corporate items that had not been dispersed, like T-Shirts and crap. She would hold a shirt sporting the corporate logo up across her breasts and ask me, "Does this make you want to believe?"

I believed in her breasts. That's a fucking fact. She knew what she was doing.

Then, as the day wore on, she started donating little facts about her life. Her life back in Houston.

Apparently, she wasn't entirely mentally healthy, and had been working for this company, as a receptionist, and had just decided, out of the blue, to stop going in to work. I did that once myself.

Nothing bad had happened at work. She just woke up and said, "I am not going to work, today."

This caused major problems, because she basically ran the business from her phone, and all business stopped without her presence. That was not her intent. It was a result.

She went to a therapist, for a short time, and returned to work. Then she changed jobs. Else, I would never have met her.

A Texas girl. A Texas woman.

So, she comes by my desk after her vacation, and announces that she visited Glacier, saw some fucking bears, and then says that she's moving back to Houston.

Of course, no one in a right mind would move back to Houston, so I'm at a quandary. What do I do with this woman?

I confront her about her ring, and she laughs at me.

I ask, "Why are you telling me this shit?"

She giggles, and walks away.

I don't know if she expected me to follow her, or not. I chose not to. She was attractive, for sure. But fucked up, as well.

Still, her story of waking up in her car surrounded by grizzly bears was riveting.

Won't forget that, anytime soon.

She had lovely hands. And thighs.

She also had a strangely hypnotic presence about her...