Lunch with Sofia: A Surprising Revelation

NOTE: Today is Thursday, and I saw my ex again. I realize I didn't post about this, but she works out of an office near mine on Thursdays and she had told me that we could meet for lunch, Since I’m going to see more of her in the near future, I will call her Sofia for ease of reference, which is not her real name. Now, since I don't think it is fair to give her a fake name while I call my actual wife by her initial  so I'll just call my wife Victoria.

I saw Sofia again today. This time, I saw her early enough and waved to her as I was entering the deli to buy lunch. She joined me and asked me if I was going to buy “for here or to go”. I usually bring my food and eat it in my office, but I decided to eat it there, with Sofia. Something interesting is that the last time I saw her, it felt like a temptation, but this time, it didn't. I think it is because I had some sexual release with Victoria recently, not like the last time, that I had not.

We talked about inconsequential things for most of the time, like the weather, my children, her son (or is it a daughter? I don't remember)  but when lunch was nearly over and it was about time to return to the office, a young woman from my building walked by. She is not my co-worker, but I see her often, because she works in an office one floor below mine that must have a young-and-unreasonably-attractive hiring policy, because I have not seen anyone get to that floor, male or female, who does not meet that criteria. She was wearing high-heel leather boots and a short skirt, both black (don’t ask me what was above the skirt, because I wouldn’t be able to tell you).

I didn’t realize I was staring, but Sofia did. In our days together, she would have been very upset at that, and we would have had a fight (part of the reason I broke up with her) but today she just waited until I finished eye-stalking the way-too-young-for-me blond creature. I felt a little embarrassed when I met Sofia’s eyes again and realized that she’d been waiting in silence with a smirk in her face.

“You’ve always been quite the legs guy,” she commented casually. When we were dating all those years ago, she was pretty much flat-chested (not so anymore) so I always made sure she knew that I was a “bottom” type of guy and not a “top”.  It’s funny that I actually used those terms back then, referring to Butts vs. Breasts and not to Submissive vs. Dominant (although they coincidentally correlate). She said legs, but she meant ass. 

“Those boots!” I found myself saying before I realized who I was talking to, looking at the girl as she approached the corner. “If that girl told me to kneel on the floor and kiss them, I’d probably do it.”

Now, I have no idea why I blurted that out to Sofia. I have never told anyone anything like that (well, I told a few friends from high school in a class reunion once, but it was a joke). My theory is that since I had an intimate relationship with Sofia before, and I have no attachment to her now, I felt confident enough to make such a comment.

I finally realized what I had done when Sofia asked me if I liked dominant women. I looked at her again, and she was smiling innocently. I said yes, and I told her that I had fantasies of submitting to women.

“You never mentioned that to me,” she said. She would have indulged back then, even if it was only a fantasy, because we were young and she was of the “try everything once” persuasion.

“I didn’t know it back then,” I said. “I discovered it years after I married to Victoria”.

“Does she dominate you?”

“Well,” I said, finally hesitating, my boldness fading quickly at the mention of my wife. I don’t think I should be sharing private information about my relationship with Sofia.

“It’s okay,” she said, waving a hand. "It's none of my business”.

Of course, my non-answer had been eloquent enough, so I found myself blushing.

We finished the meal in silence, or rather I finished in silence. She had finished several minutes before. It was time for me to get back to the daily grind.

“You know?” Sofia said when we were leaving. “I wish you’d had told me back then”.

“I couldn’t,” I said, “I didn’t know”.

“I know,” she said. “I know, but everything would have been so much better.”

That REALLY got my attention. And I mean REALLY! I stopped. We were supposed to walk in different directions, but I suddenly felt an urgent need to ask her why she had made that comment.

“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “I guess I was afraid of you being gay or something.”

“What?” I asked. I don’t know what registered on my face, but Sofia started to laugh. “Why you say that? You were with me thinking I was gay?”

“I didn’t THINK so,” she said. “But sometimes I was afraid you might be... Don’t you have to get back to work?”

I did. I had actually exceeded the time allotted for my lunch break. Not that my bosses (I should tell you about my bosses some time) are too hard on enforcing it, but one should never abuse the privilege.

“I really want to know more about that,” I said as we bid farewells again. “Are you going to be around tomorrow?”

“No,” she said. “I won’t be working from here until next Thursday (August 6) but I’ll be in town Tuesday if you are up to having lunch again.”

I hesitated. August 4 is a special date for me, and I had been planning to take the day off to do something with Victoria (we have done something special on this date 3 years in a row) but it seems like we won’t be able to this time.

“I don’t think I can make it on Tuesday, and I’d hate for you to come down and not find me” I said.

“I’ll see you Thursday then?” She asked.

“Yes,” I said, as we parted ways. Last I saw her face, she still wore an ample smile.

Now, I’m bank home, wondering about the gay thing. I don’t have anything against gays, but I have never felt same-gender attraction, and have always identified as straight, so it was very curious that she thought I could be gay. I’ve been thinking about it and have no idea why she thought that. Blasted schedules that I’ll have to wait one week to find out.