Today at the office, I overheard a conversation.
Guy #1 – Hey, remember that Mexican woman that used to do the purchasing?
Guy #2 – Yeah, wasn’t she also fucking every guy in the office back then too?
I usually just ignore crap like that. But this was one conversation that drastically changed two people’s lives. And it was about someone that stuck up for me, and very few people had ever done that before. So I walked up and set the record straight . . . . firmly.
Let me tell you about my friend HMPOA. The nickname was picked by her, and I only share it with you so you can understand her personality. HMPOA stands for Hot Mexican Piece Of Ass. She picked that name with a laugh, because it was her reputation and honestly it was who she was.
I met her about 6 years ago at the office. Back then she had to work until 6 every night. I was the only guy with a key to the building so I had to wait for her shift to end before I could leave. Many nights we were both busy up to quitting time. But some nights we both had little to do, so we began talking to each other.
We would talk mostly about the office. But over time she opened up and we discussed her life, her past, and her dreams. We became friends, but only at the office. After about a year she came to me and told me she was attracted to me, but I was married so nothing came of it. We were able to maintain a platonic friendship. But rumors began to rise up anyway, and within a month the whole office was talking about our affair. We just ignored it.
She had two kids and a grandbaby, and she needed more money. So she was an escort / hooker in the evenings, an admitted sex addict, and a drug addict. We argued about her life choices, but she was desperate and said she would do what she needed to do. So she continued her life style even with my lack of approval. I liked her a lot, so when I left my wife we talked about dating. But I can’t cope with dating a woman that moonlights like she did. I asked her to change, and she couldn’t. I tried to accept it, but I just couldn’t. After about 10 days of trying to date, we both gave up. She understood.
When I was living in my car I told no one. But she cared enough to find out. So she let me use her washing machine to do my laundry, let me shower at her place on occasion, and on freezing nights she let me sleep on her couch. She brought me food to work because she knew I wasn’t eating, and she would write me stories to read while I was resting in my car at nights. She was a good friend.
She was fired from her job because of this attention. She was the only person that helped me. For this I owe her, and I will always be there for her.
Today she is employed again; supporting her daughter in law and three grandbabies, drug free, alcohol free, and no longer “moonlighting”. She told me she gave up her lifestyle because of my constant pressure, which made her see herself for what she was. And she told me she would always be here for me.
I know all about her life, what she went through and what her dreams are. She is a good person. Ok, she does lie about half the time. But never about anything pertaining to me and she always comes clean at some point on her own. So I don’t allow anyone to put her down.
We don’t talk as much anymore. We have something that we disagree about, one story she claims is true that I have doubted. She claims she is trying to protect me from a big mistake, and she swears to me her story is true. It keeps us from being close. But she gave me back my old line to her which is “Time will tell the truth”.
Now she waits patiently.
But she is definitely my friend.
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