Liz realized a long time ago that she was no catch. Her hair was too long, didn't trust any place that cuts hair. Somehow, they always got it wrong. She was overweight. But she thought the reason she had gained weight was to make herself unattractive to men. Which is probably closer to the truth. She had her share of failed relationships. I mean, what guy wants that, a big fat girl, whose hair looked like shit and she didn't give a shit about anything. Anything. She, basically had given up on herself and on anyone else. Men were just a problem for her, one that she would rather not deal with therefore didn't need in her life.
"So", he said with authority, " what do you think about Obama? I mean, I think it sucks that he says he's going to make changes because everyone knows that ain't gonna happen!" He was walking down the hallway, behind Liz, and looking straight at her.
"Oh, you're talking to me? Well, at least he's talking about making changes. That's better then Mit. By the way," she chuckled, " Mit. What kind of name is that?" She had stopped and was looking straight at him.
"Oh yeah, make fun," he said, as he walked up to her. "We'll have to continue this debate, but I can tell you, Romney's gonna' win..."
"Oh," she spit like a moter boat, " that's not ever gonna' happen!" And she laughed outloud like as if to laugh in his face at his stupidity. He walked past her and smiled.
It was like that every day, until the elections. Ramiro would seek her out and just pounce on her with some political diatribe that she thought was so right, he had to be a Republican. But that was okay because it seemed to be all in fun. He never got mad and he laughed at her and with her and it had been so long that any man, any guy had even looked at her, she was actually glad that he cared enough to talk to her. Even though she did not give a shit, she wasn't dead. She did like conversation and did appreciate when someone took the time.
By the end of the next two weeks their debate had become the "office debate". Everyone had heard them in the halls and now everyone else was talking about who would win and who was better. They all seemed to take up sides. And then it was over. Obama won. Everyone shut up. Back to the way it was, with no one talking to each other and for sure, not a single person talking about politics, where before, if you even mentioned something political it was sure to cause a fight. All quiet on the Western Front.
"Do you have a picture of yourself?" he said as he walked into her office. She was sitting at her desk.
"Huh?"
"Yeah, I don't know what I'm thinking...." he turned around and started back out. " I just need a picture, maybe when you were younger." And then as an afterthought, " never mind, if my wife saw it... I don't know what's wrong with me! I'm having day dreams about fifty year old women.." his voice dropped off as he headed down the hall.
Liz sat there for a moment, taking in what he had just said. Then she laughed out loud knowing that it was just all a joke and he was just humoring her. After all, Ramiro had to only be in his early thirties. Could not even remotely be interested in her. Not in the least bit. Not ever.
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