Today I Met Julia

Today I met Julia. Julia was older than her name at first suggested. She looked good in a trouser suit, and her figure was above average for a woman of her age. She was not too tall or too short. Her looks though now showing signs of age, were still above average for a woman in her 50's. In her prime she would have scored an 8 or higher. Her lipstick was an almost a too obvious shade of cheap pink, but no, she had gone a shade darker as if to only hint at something more substantial to her character underneath.
   Bank branches are full of Julia's. Given her age she had probably spent a life time in this service work, her easy demeanour certainly suggested so. Whether this was a put on act. or just a ground down honest performance caused by of years of working in a mundane branch, I couldn't tell. Time had perfected her almost at times motherly character, and had the lipstick shade been a touch lighter then I would have not even bothered to write this post. As I left the room she gave me a sideways smile, as if for a moment giving all away to convention, almost. She walks a line just the right or wrong side of being a man pleaser. Not to much or too little, after all is dealing with your finances...However a short comment to my wife about children seemed almost like a punctuation of sorts that had to be said, or rather it was pure dogma that she felt she must include. It was a clumsy addition to an otherwise smooth performance,
   All in all I was quite pleased she was not the blond late 20 something with a figure to die for who attended to me on my last visit. Her tight bright red shirt and shortish skirt made it hard to take my visit, or anything she said seriously ! A mans mind can only deal with one thing at once. Money and sex do not mix well. She will be long gone, promoted City bound as eye candy at a worst case scenario. Maybe one day she will become a Julia too...