Nov. 9, 2019

"Checking Out" the competition.

 

At the beginning of the marriage, I tap-danced, whistled, sang, twirled fire batons, whatever it took to make the marriage work and… to be the perfect wife. Soon after the honeymoon, Jack announced his schedule: golf on the weekends and work during the week, with a few night-meetings thrown in for good measure.

He failed to tell me he would soon be back in bed with his old “Southern Federal Savings and Loan” secretary/girlfriend--- until he replaced her with his new and very personal secretary, freshly-graduated from Camden high school.

Like past girlfriends, Jack’s latest didn’t have secretarial training and came to work dressed like a call-girl---with very short skirts and very tight sweaters.  But, the new Queen of typewriters and all-things-long-and-short-hand had other attributes like… very large boobies. She didn't have class, a nice figure, or a pretty face but, as the majority of males would say, “Who the hell is looking at her face?!?!?!”

Even more intriguing, Our Girl-Friday didn’t shave her legs, underarms, or the curly hairs growing on her large chest. Surprised? Don’t doubt me; I saw every inch of her….up-close and very personal.

In the late sixties and early seventies, I served as Women’s Director for KATV, Channel  7, in Pine Bluff, AR. The television station’s offices were in a large Mall called Jefferson Square. Directly across the hall from the station’s front door was a small business called Pennyrich Bras.

One morning, I received a call from the owner of Pennyrich asking me to come to her store immediately; she said she had something very important to show me. I didn’t know the store owner except to wave at her.  We were just two business women, about the same age, who worked in close proximity to each other.

Curious about the mysterious phone call, I walked across the hall to the Bra Store. I was barely inside the door when the owner walked up and, without a word, slipped her arm through mine. Like a guide dog, she led me to the back of the store to the dressing room area.  Still silent--- she reached up and pulled back one of the dressing room curtains.

 Standing there--- shocked, speechless, and completely naked--- was my husband’s personal secretary. In those few quick seconds I saw everything….including the thick-long-hairs that completely encircled the tips of both her heavy, torpedo-shaped breasts.  The three of us stood transfixed for about ten seconds; not one of us moved; no one uttered a word. A few times in my life, I've experienced highly-unusual circumstances which, at the time, seem perfectly natural---like now. After seeing more than enough, I slowly turned and walked back to my office.

Several weeks later, the bra store went out of business and I learned that the owner had moved away from Pine Bluff. Thinking back, I know most people---especially men---would be curious  and maybe a bit puzzled about what took place that afternoon.

I simple refer to the incident as a “woman-thing."