Someone reminded me of something today.

I don’t think they meant to.  And I don’t think they AT ALL thought the reaction that would take place would be a positive one.  But, either way, I was reminded.

About a year ago, I was Samantha Jones.  Fans of Sex & the City can attest to that.  I was the girl who NEVER tied herself down (fully clothed, anyhow), I was the girl was always out for fun, and I was the girl who was completely secure in her sexuality.  I had it, honey, and I was not afraid to use it.

Being this woman tends to TERRIFY the lesser women.  And they’re out there.

But that was a year ago.  And I’ll admit that, on my 24th birthday, I drove for eight hours for a night of “secret sex” (meaning, the roommate had no idea it was happening).  I was that girl.  And boy howdy, is that fun.

Keep watching the progression of the characters on Sex & the City though, and you’ll notice a trend.  All of the girls take on a bit of Sam’s promiscuity.  They all find their own sexuality.  And Samantha?  Samantha finds a man who makes her want more.  More than the one night.  More than the casual fling.  More.

That’s not to say that Sam is dead within me, or even dormant.  But as it turns out, you can have it all.  May not keep it, may not be permanent, but you can have it.  It’s there for the taking.

I just took a training class for “the betterment of our processes” that took up an hour and a half of my day.  It was a class specificallly designed for Office Administrators, though, so that means I holed up in a room with my girlfriends who work over here, and we made snarky comments the whole time.

There are some crucial things that you learn as a seasoned OA.  You can always spot the newbies.

For instance, the newbies bring pencil and paper and write down every word religiously.  The veterans count on a summary email a day later.

The newbies bring the full meeting notice, including itinerary and any corresponding printouts.  The veterans just wing it.

And, perhaps the most glaring difference, the veterans always check to see that the speakerphone is on “Mute” before making said snarky comments.  The newbies.. well, for instance..

Random voice: I’ve been saying that for ten minutes now!!  You stupid, stupid shits!!

Whoa.

Newbie.

So I’m dining on breakfast, when Walter walks past my cube.  Walter is an older man of middle eastern descent, with a strong accent and a huge sense of humor.  He says I’m “spicy.”

Then he walks by again.  He’s grinning from ear-to-ear.. one of those grins that, when you know a child well enough, you start to get nervous when you see them grinning like that.  You start to mentally take note of all the breakable stuff in the house and the existence and whereabouts of all pets.  It’s a guilty grin.

Then he walks by yet again.

The fourth time, I stopped him.  “Okay, Walter.  What’s up?”

“Nothing my friend,” he says, his gutteral accent logging itself in my brain.  It’s so vivid, I know I can imitate him at a moment’s notice.

And he disappeared.  Only to walk by again.

I threw down my breakfast.  “Why are you walking by?” I demanded.

He grinned again.  “You are eating a banana,” he said.

“And?”

“And I like to watch.”