She compliments me on my still slim physique and my stylish way of dressing.
And I have to admit she is hot.
Half Puerto Rican. Half Dominican.
She is Africa meets the New World. Skin the color of coffee and cream. Womanly hips. Meat on her bones, but not too much.
Yeah, you know she knows how to make a mean pot of beans and rice. And I bet her kisses are sweet as dulce de leche.
My co-worker is divorced with three kids and I have teenagers too so we have a lot to talk about. Our exes and our crazy teen kids.
“You need to take me to your class reunion with you,” she says half jokingly but I know she would dance with me all night if she could.
“You know how to salsa? You gotta teach me that dance,” I say to her.
I know we will never hang out after work. I am gay and have a man at home. I am not out at work.
But sometimes I look at her and wonder what if?