I was working at a call center doing customer service for a power company. The pay wasn’t great but being that I was fluent in Spanish, I was paid an extra $1.50 an hour for it. We also worked 10 hours of overtime a week so it added up. I rode a crotch rocket motorcycle, a Yamaha R6, to work everyday. Several other guys rode motorcycles to work but they were Harleys. Crotch rocket pilots and Harley riders don’t ride together. There were two designated parking areas for motorcycles. All the Harleys and cruisers parked in one, my single, ostracized R6 was parked alone in the other one.

One morning, I parked and as I removed my helmet, I heard the four cylinder growl of a crotch rocket pulling into the parking lot. The rider parked his Suzuki 600 sportbike right next mine. I waited for him to remove his helmet so I could greet him. He was my height, 5′ 10”. Chubby but in a burly sort of way. He took his helmet off and I was struck by how handsome he was. I am not into guys and never even acknowledge how a guy looks but he bordered on beautiful. It surprised me that I saw him like that.

It was still early. We exchanged names, his was Chris. He took off his armored jacket and I noticed he was wearing a black polo and khakis. There was a gun on his hip. Turned out he worked for the security company contracted to our building. He had been transferred from another site due to a female guard having a baby and going on maternity leave.

We hit it off.