my office mate

I met Bob while I was in the middle of chemotherapy. I had no hair & chose not to wear a wig. Instead, I wore beanie hats. To be certain there was no confusion, I informed him that I might be vomiting at some point or another and explained the situation. I think we talked about breast cancer and women he knew who went through the treatments. I recall that towards the end of the day, he felt completely comfortable and inquired about the extent of my hair loss while slowly gesturing from his head down towards his private area. I just replied that I was as bare as when I was twelve years old or something like that. (He insists that he waited a week before asking the question.)

That's what I like about Bob. I never have to worry where I stand with him. He cuts to the point which is sometimes difficult to hear, but I find his directness refreshing for the most part. We can talk about most anything and we do. It's miracle that we haven't been busted considering one of the big bosses uses the office next door when she's in east county.

I cannot even get angry with him when he gets all the male attention.