STORY N° 3 WORKING WITH MEN

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I worked for 10 years in an American company for textile fibres and was the Sales Assistant for Europe to three managers. An english gentlemen, with suit and tie,( mostly the same tie), always friendly and I strictly have nothing to say about him.

A very nice German, happily married and he and his wife became friends.

The third was a French and a case for a psychiatric clinic. He had 4 mistresses and a wife, and of course he thought he could add me to the group. Not only jumping on the phone to answer but also in his bed. He apparently found this completely normal. I told him that I prefer my own bed and sent him to hell and we became good friends. At that time sexual harassement didn't exist otherwise I would be very rich today !

After a while, I started to pitty the poor guy, women were flying around him like butterflies around flowers or maybe flies around something else, and he didn't do anything, they just came from alone ! (except me, where he did an effort, because he was convinced that an assistant should assist him everywhere, bed included).

Sometimes when he was on the phone with one, I was on the second phone with another and had to comfort her, justifying his absence by inventing trips or meetings. I also quickly found out that the only person he really loved was his wife. She was a very independant woman, with a very strong character, very intelligent and very beautiful. I didn't have to lie to her and probably would have refused that too. We became friends and accomplice and maintained our friendship even long after I had left the company.

With him I had not only to handle his various mistresses by phone, but he also asked me to write the answers to their love letters, which was quite difficult as I was always afraid of mixing them up. I wrote an adequate text with my typewriter (no computer at that time) and he copied it per hand. He was very happy with this solution and the women apparently were happy too. And as I already loved writing, it was OK for all of us.

The worst moments were, when he became fat up with one girl, they mostly were young and stupid and I could never understand why they lost their time with a married man ! But they all were convinced that he would leave his wife and marry them. As far as I know this only happens in very rare cases.

When the moment came to say good-bye, I had to order a huge bouquet of flowers, write a good bye letter, how much he was heartbroken to leave her, but he really couldn't divorce his wife who was a poor woman he had met (by error) when he was very young, and then there are the children, etc. etc my phantasy had no limits !

Then I armed myself with a considerable amount of tissues in my drawer and waited until they stormed into my office, usually with red noses and swollen eyes. He of course as a brave man had disappeared for a business trip.

I really couldn't feel any pitty with these girls, they just were hunting rich men and as I said, they all were not very intelligent... females, not women, there is a big difference.

I have to admit that this was a real funny period of my career.