Oct 16 2008
My First Time: To Mess with the Boss’s Daughter
My First Time to Mess with the Boss’s Daughter wasn’t my fault! Really!
She messed with me.
Okay, so it was a mutual thing. We’d just met at her Father’s Christmas party. She was a college senior; I, a lowly sophomore, and just one of her Father’s employees. Because of my Navy experience, I was late in beginning college, and I was two years older than her.
She was sitting, reclining actually, in a big leather Lazy-boy. She was slightly intoxicated and slightly askew. She was very sexy and was coming on to me. We decided to “get out of there” and went to a local nightclub with live music.
We sat at a table and began to “get to know one another,” as the saying goes. I was talking about my new apartment, when she interrupted me: “What! You have an apartment of your own? What are we doing here then?”
So we left the club and went to my place, where we spent the rest of the night and most of the next day. I never went out with her again. (Now, whether that was because of “buyer’s remorse” or our paths simply never crossed, I never knew.)
So…I did have occasion to see this woman again—27 years later!!
A friend of mine who had also worked for her Father informed met that she had married one of our high school classmates. They had a daughter. I met the daughter at my own Fitness Center and talked to her because she was a well-known local athlete…playing basketball for the University of Montana. She and I talked about her Grandfather, the man I had worked for. She told me how he was doing. We talked about the days when I had worked for him. I NEVER mentioned that I knew both her Mother and her Father.
One night, at the daughter’s basketball game, I saw and recognized her Father, the guy I knew from high school. Standing next to him, and sort of recognizable, was the “boss’s daughter.” She looked pretty good. I never talked to either of them.
Just two ships passing in the night.
