Too Hot to Handle

I first saw May as I was introducing myself as facilitator in an international seminar. She came as part of a delegation of senior officials from Indonesia observing the conduct of the seminar. I was in the middle of my self introduction but she immediately caught my eye. Even while wearing a modest business suit, she couldn’t hide her curves. She had a milky complexion and beautiful eyes. She looked like she was married and had kids but she was clearly a MILF, if you’ve ever seen one. But she was with a senior male official, around whom the rest of the delegation hovered and I was in what was an important work contract for the seminar and so I did not really do anything about the fact that she was terribly attractive until the last day of the seminar.

We had a farewell dinner on the last day and it was then that I had a chance to get close to her. We had to wait about an hour for the food to be set and I took that as an opportunity to strike a conversation with her. She was with a small group of colleagues and I learned that, indeed, she was married and had a family and that she was also a senior official in a big organisation in Indonesia. I thought her being married and being a senior official is not good as far as expecting her to flirt around with me. But she did. When someone started playing the piano, she joined to softly sing a song. I joined in and, before I knew it, we were talking about music and singing tunes with each other even as the piano player had stopped. In a quiet duet we did, I could sense a deep longing in her eyes as we were looking in each other’s eyes and singing the love song. But there was just too many people in the party for anything serious to happen. I had already packed my things and left them in the lobby and we were with many seminar participants when we went back to the lobby, leaving me no chance nor alibi to go up the elevator with her. We said good night to each other and bade each other farewell as they were leaving the country early the following morning.

To keep the link between us, I emailed her the lyrics of a song she was struggling to remember that evening. She responded and that led to us talking about the meaning of the song, how we felt about music and, eventually, how we felt as we were singing those tunes that night. But we were an ocean apart and so nothing really could be expected of it until she told me a few months after that seminar that she had another business travel to my city. When she came, she simply told me where she was staying and I went to see her in her hotel room.