I am unofficially participating in this year’s A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is girlfriends.
O is for Olivia D.
Okay, I know these posts make it sound like I had a thing for the secretaries at my company, and, I don’t know, maybe I unconsciously did.
Anyway, Olivia was a secretary for the manager of Operational Efficiencies and as manager of my department, I spent a lot of time in the OE manager’s conference room meeting with him and his team members during an operational efficiency evaluation of my department. As his secretary, Olivia’s desk was right outside his office and every time I was there, she would say hello and give me a bright smile.
Olivia was very nice and kind of attractive, but I had some other things going on at the time, so I was friendly right back to her but never initiated anything. Besides, she was a divorcee with a five year old kid. The project I was working on with her boss was winding down so I was spending less time in his conference room and didn’t have much cause to see Olivia after the project ended.
One night about a month after the project ended, there was a small, private Christmas party at a restaurant and bar near the office and a lot of our crowd of twentysomething singles were there. I’d been there for about an hour and a half chatting away with different people when I wandered over to the bar, sat down on a bar stool, and asked for a beer.
As my beer was being served, Olivia sat on the bar seat next to mine and said hello. I said hello to her and asked her how she was doing. She looked at me and said, “May I ask you a question?” I nodded and she said, “I have been watching you since you got here and I’ve noticed that you’ve been talking with a lot of the other girls here, but you haven’t even said hello to me. Why is that? Don’t you like me?”
As I was about to answer her question, she put her right hand between my legs and started gently rubbing and squeezing. Of course, my body responded accordingly. The bartender asked her what he could get for her and she said, “That’s okay, I’ve got what I want.”
We left the party a few minutes later and drove to her place in Northern Virginia. Apparently her daughter was spending the weekend at her ex-husband’s place, so we went right to the bedroom for a night of, um, dirty dancing.
Olivia and I dated for about six months and we were very sexually compatable. But Olivia was a born-again Christian who seemed determined to save me. We went to a lot of her church’s social activities and she introduced me to a number of her church friends, all of whom were eager to tell me how great it was to accept Jesus into your heart.
One day I told Olivia that we had to have a talk. I said that I loved her and her daughter and that the sex was outstanding, but I couldn’t deal with all of this Jesus stuff. She firmly stated that if I was asking her to choose between Jesus and me, Jesus wins. I guess I was no match for God’s only son, so I moved on.
This, That, and the Other 
Olivia sounded like a really forward girl, nice. Not every girl was back in the day. Nowadays, however is a different story, hands and fingers all over the place 😂😂😂
Good one! Fandango. Does this come from an idea of fiction or a real thing?
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Every one of my A2Z posts is based upon real events and all of the girls and women actually existed. Of course, I’m relating them through my memory, and whether or not things actually happened as I remember them.
I don’t know how old you are or if you experienced the Sixties and Seventies as an adult, but those were pretty wild days with hippies and flower children and “free love” in the air.
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Interesting! The sixties and seventees were some exciting times then… Very cool! Loved every bit of your A2Z so far, look forward to reading right till the end.
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Thanks for your feedback.
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If Olivia was such a good Christian, then why do she go around groping your crotch in a bar, as that seems like she was putting herself in a position to commit sins of the flesh.
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My thoughts, too, Jim.
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I think it’s called compartmentalization.
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Do as I say, not as I do? I don’t know, Jim. She was very devout and considered untouchable by her church friends, but with me, she was a sexual dynamo. Maybe the devil made her do it!
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I always wondered if the devil enjoys tempting Christians more than people of other religions.
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As an atheist who doesn’t believe in the devil, I’ve never wondered that.
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Maybe she wasn’t as good of a Christian as she would have liked to think.
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Tim Brannan, The Other Side blog
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Maybe not. 🤷♂️
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I love how “good Christians” tend to pick and choose their sins at times. Another interesting story. Only two days until Q …. Queenie????
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