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She was a Vice President in the bank, while I was but a lowly analyst. As far as company hierachies go, it would have been awkward at best for me to strike up a conversation with her out of the blue.
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I found out that she was married with two daughters, aged 5 and 7 at the time. She was 34 years old when I met her in 2010, FYI.
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I was happily attached for 3 years to a steady girlfriend.
Hi friends,
I have been reading all our fellow Samsters’ contributions here for many years now. I too have a story of my own to share – I promise here, from the start, that it is completely true… though of course some names and details will be changed to protect our identities.
- chapter one: present day Singapore, 2015 -
All it took was one Instagram post – and all the memories came flashing back. I saw a few other friends from long ago in that pic, and even her husband and two cute daughters. I felt like I knew them well, even though I had never met them, as she had shared so much with me 4 long years ago.
Four years. Not a very long time in the big scheme of life, but also not that short. Well, certainly not long enough for me to forget that half a year.that we shared everything – our hopes, our fears, our food, and our bodies…
- chapter two: prologue - summer 2010 -
“Good afternoon everyone! Welcome to RMP Bank. Before I start today’s IT security training, may I know how many of you are from IT?”
I looked into a sea of fresh faces, all new hires to the bank on their first day of induction. Carrying out the IT security briefing was a necessary but painful and usually boring part of my job.
A large number of hands shot up; being a cost-conscious foreign bank, we hired foreigners en masse in IT, and usually men… so it was only natural that this lady sitting at a corner of the room caught my eye with her raised hand.
It wasn’t just her sticking out like a sore thumb from the general population that made me notice her. She was dressed in a fitted pink dress, with her long hair neatly bunned up and immaculate makeup. She would not have looked out of place in a SQ kebaya… but on that day, she sure did stand out alright!
I looked at her; she looked right back at me and smiled. Her name was on the tag we gave to all new hires on their first day:
“LYNN”
- chapter three: autumn 2011 -
An entire year passed before I actually got the chance to speak to Lynn. Why so long, you migt ask?
Anyway, there goes the background. So a year passed with Lynn and I hardly crossing paths; on occasion we might attend the same company social event and we would smile and say hi, but that was it. However, I found myself thinking of her once in a while, of that bright sweet smile and the awesome way she carried herself.
My chance to finally talk to her came in the middle of 2011. As part of my job in IT, I had to perform scans of the internal company network to ensure that sensitive information was protected. During one of these scans, I found that a shared drive belonging to Lynn had some Excel files containing personnel information, which was open for all to access.
I quickly dropped Lynn an email to inform her about this, and told her I would follow up in a few days. At the end of the week, I pinged her on the company instant messaging service to check on the status.
Me: “Hi Lynn, it’s Whelan here from IT Security. Just wanted to check if younhave removed the file?”
Lynn: “Hey yes its done. Thanks for letting me know!”
Using this opening, I started to chat with her on almost a daily basis. Begnning from formal greetings like “how’s your day” and “have you had lunch”, we moved on to talking more about ourselves.
I learnt that Lynn had joined my company from a rival bank, where she had spent 4 years. She was a finance person, not hardcore IT, which explained her different “pattern” from a typical lady in IT. She was from a convent school background, did JC here before going to Sydney for uni. Coming back with a Master’s degree in finance, she even completed a PhD part-time a few years back. So she was not just good-looking, but smart too.
- chapter three: autumn 2011 (continued) -
We continued to chat regularly on IM, but never made the next move to meet up for.coffee or lunch. I was really busy in Q3 of that year, targeting for promotion and working my ass off.
In September, I was sent to Tokyo for 3 weeks to help my Japanese colleague out with an onsite regulatory inspection. While Tokyo was fascinating, working in a foreign (and especially non-English speaking) environment proved to be both challenging and also a little lonely.
Lynn was one of the things I really looked forward to at work. Whenever her online status was “Green”, I would chat with her to try to alleviate my loneliness of sorts. During my last week in Japan, I finally asked if she would be interested to meet for lunch when I got back to Singapore.
“Sure, why not? You like Indian food? There’s a nice place I know not too far from the office.”
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I literally counted down the days till I was back home. On the agreed lunch date day, I was so nervous – seldom did I have the opportunity to have lunch with an attractive colleague (again, being in IT was like that lah). I wore my best shirt and pants, even shone my shoes.
Lynn said she was happy to drive us to the lunch place. I met her at the office carpark lobby, and was once again taken by her easy charm and beauty. She was one of those ladies who always wore dresses to work (seldom pants), and they always seem to fit her slim figure perfectly.
We took off in her white Lexus to lunch. “Nice car,” I commented. Little did I know that I would become pretty well acquainted with that car in the near future.
Thanks bros for your encouragement so far! I apologise in advance for the slow buildup; but as we all know, things in real life seldom happen so quickly, and I’m trying to share this tale as realistically as I can remember it.
As the story progresses, I will try to include some photos to add to the realism. So stay tuned!
More to come tomorrow…
- chapter four: lunches and coffees -
The drive out to lunch was fairly mundane, and also a little awkward. We had never been in such close quarters before – I caught a whiff of her classy perfume, so nice. As she worked the pedals while driving, I couldn’t help but notice how the hem would ride up occasionally, exposing more and more of her fair and slim thighs.
As mentioned previously, Lynn was a mother of 2, but she certainly did not look it at all. Standing at about 1.6m tall, she was of average height but always made up for it with her Ferragamo heels. Slim with a modest bust size also, no more than a B cup, but that didn’t matter much to me as it was her overall demeanour that I felt so attracted to, even in those early days.
We reached the Indian restaurant and went inside. I wont bore you guys with the details of lunch (those who are interested to know where we went for really awesome Indian food can PM me though haha), but it was very pleasant and as the meal wore on, I felt more confortable with her and I think she did as well. We were cracking jokes and teasing each other, and of course doing what all colleagues do – gossip about our fellow colleagues
That first lunch led to a second, followed for afternoon coffee at the coffee place across the street from our workplace. Those coffee breaks became a constant in both our lives; whenever one of us wasn’t able to do coffee due to work or meetings, it always felt like something was missing from our day.
I even started going to work at 8am, as Lynn was always in the office by then after sending her girls to school. We would sometimes spend a little time in the office pantry just chatting and making our morning kopis, with the office all quiet before everyone else got in around 9am.
Now then… who wants to see a pic of Lynn from that autumn of 2011?
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my 15 points for the nudes
Wow! Thanks bro for single-handedly increasing my points total by 10%
Like I said before, it’s a slow buildup story so your patience will be rewarded in time! But not just yet.
As promised, here is a pic of Lynn from a couple of years back. Is my description of her accurate so far?
- chapter four: lunches and coffees (continued) -
The month of October 2011 remains fixed in my mind even today, more than 4 years on. Work was still a bitch as I fought hard to secure my promotion; but the 14-hour days (and nights) were made much more bearable by my little coffee breaks with Lynn.
One thing I noticed about Lynn in my initial month of interaction with her was how she rarely interacted socially with other folks in the office. I asked her why this was the case.
“Hmm… I guess I’m just a really private person and I don’t like to share too much about myself.”
I replied: “Well… you seemed to have opened up quite a bit to me.”
She looked me in the eye at that moment…
“I guess somehow, I trust you. And you have a way of making me open up to you on a lot of levels.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how it all started.
- chapter five: escalation -
After that conversation with Lynn, I somehow felt emboldened to take my burgeoning friendship with her just that little bit further. As we continued to chat constantly on IM at work and on WhatsApp after, I started to use affectionate terms like “dear” on her. She didn’t seem to mind so I pressed on…
One afternoon at work, Lynn told me she was having a really crap day at work. It was budget season, and as a finance person, she was really under a lot of pressure to squeeze water out of rocks and find somewhere to charge an additional last-minute project to.
Lynn: “Tom (her boss) is really being a hardass about this. I’ve already rejigged the numbers countless times but they don’t add up lah! Sigh.”
Me: “Don’t sigh my dear, it will give you wrinkles. Nevermind, I’ll give you a hug later ok!”
Lynn: “Haha, you always know how to make me smile.”
Both of us continued to slog through the day; before I knew it, the day had turned to dusk. I was feeling hungry but still had some stuff to clear before the end of the day; as Lynn was still online, I pinged her to ask if she wanted to go for a quick.bite nearby.
“Let’s go to T3? More options and easy to find parking!” she replied.
So I met her at the carpark lobby and off we went for dinner. She was in her usual work attire of a one-piece fitted dress and Ferragamos. We had burgers at Macs and she complained about her day; I just smiled and told her tomorrow would be a better day.
As we walked to the car to head back to the office, we stepped into the lift.
Me: “Oh yah I told you I owe you a hug!”
And I quickly leaned over and gave her a hug. The feeling of pressing myself against her was electric; she was so warm, so soft, and she smelled oh so good. She was surprised and let out a small gasp; but then she relaxed and hugged me back. Although it lasted for less than 10 seconds and was more of a friendly hug than anything else, I have never forgotten it.
It waas the first physical contact between us; and certainly turned out not to be the last.