In the last few years before I retired, I worked closely with a woman who was only two years younger than me. I think I began working with her when we were in our late 40s up until I retired at 60. She had it all. She was a size 10, had beautiful, thick, long dark hair. She was really stunning. I am not exaggerating when I say I saw a man literally walk into a wall whilst looking at her. But boy did she know it! She was constantly regaling me with stores if how she was out with her son and someone asked him if she was his girlfriend, how one of the men in the
office tried to kiss her, how everyone fancied her. I totally believed her but did she have to keep telling me
If there was an office 'do' I would wear something nice and do my best but the minute I walked in and saw her, I felt flat. She was very much in love with herself and I found it very difficult to work with her as I am the opposite. When I started to lose my hair I found it rather insensitive the way she would keep flicking hers about, although she knew I was struggling. Apparently she had a perfect life. Devoted husband, two grown up children (one of each of course) who had never given her a moment's trouble, a beautiful home. Strangely in the last couple of years we have become friends which I never thought would happen.