The Best Offer

My office mate, Romy, plays poker. She is really good at it too. A couple of weeks ago she won about 1,500 dollars in Atlantic City and topped this achievement with another thousand-dollar win playing online. She is also a lawyer, with a law degree from Yale. And claims to be a lesbian, although that assertion has been refined over time and her identity is more aptly defined as a "bisexuals homo-romantic", i.e. someon who likes cock, but cannot comprehend why any female would fall in love with a man. She is sharp and attractive - Italian looks, with long, dark hair and pretty almond-shaped, brown eyes - with a quick wit and an even quicker temper. When she first told me she was a lesbian I totally inappropriately blurted out a "but you don't look like a lesbian", which I instantly regretted, but sometimes the Hungarian in me just wants out, I guess. She has become my best friend at work - in addition to the fify-two-year-old, black mailroom boss, who would be considered as a sexual harrasser if he was not a mere mailman; and the receptionist girl. (I am clearly not very good at making friends with the "important people" - HR head, lawyers, etc.)

The other day she also made me an almost irresistible offer. She told me I should marry her and we could have babies together. She would support me and I was free sleep with whomever I wanted to. This was truly the best offer I ever got - no man would ever suggest anything nearly this enticing. Of course, I like men (and there is one that I like in particular these days), but the real dealbreaker is this: she loves cats, and wants to have plenty of them. And I just can't do that.