El Jefe

She could see herself in the reflection of his wedding ring. It was golden, scratched up with age but thick and strong- how she imagined his marriage. It wasn't that she stared at his ring or his hands often but today she found herself drifting from his under breath muttering as he typed an email and instead paused to ponder the neat, recently cut nails and the solidness of the ring on his finger.

He was most definitely the marrying kind. Not perfect really, but just right for loving, fighting, teasing, laughing...caring about. He was the kind of man she wanted to find for herself. She would own up to a sense of attraction to him if asked directly, but she didn't want this man, to steal him from his wife. Instead, she wanted one like him but suited for her. One with the same gleeful look in the back of his eyes hinting at a misspent youth. A sense of adventure that would have him talking her into a spur of the moment weekend rendevous hiking in the dead of winter even though neither he nor she particularly liked the snow. She wanted a man like him that knocks back a few drinks with her and gets roaringly drunk and giggly long after they are past those days yet will still be an adoring father to her children.

She wants a man like her boss.