As soon as the words left her mouth, I sat up. I had been resting my head on her lap as she played with my hair. No human being on earth could possibly play with my hair like her and can put me to sleep like her when she runs those soft, nurturing hands through my scalp.

“You don’t think that I—no you can’t possibly think?” By now the entire train was paying attention. I stepped out and didn’t look back. I was embarrassed.

The following day, I quickly walk pass security and head up to my office.  I am not going to let this get to me, but I love her and so it will bother me. I sigh.

The Bear, one of my followers that I’ve come to love is leaving for a swim again. I smile. I scroll down my timeline until I see a mention of TOOSTIE POPS. I’ve joined twitter several years ago to connect with clients, but have made a great number of friends. It’s a great place to connect with people around the world.

      “swirl it, suck it, lick it, savor it, tongue it, swipe of a tongue…” I laugh my heart out as I read. I realize I’m at work. I cough and compose myself.

An hour passes and I’ve gone back and forth between working a bit on some papers for a client and replying to tweets. The lovely group of women, I’ve befriended are still talking amongst themselves about the said tootsie pop. I shake my head smiling and suddenly think of what was said to me late last night on the train as I departed from my baby, Tina.

      “I barely see you. Three days out of seven is all we get now. I miss you.” She pouts and sees that I’m sorry. She quickly tries to convey that she isn’t bothered by it by smiling, but inside, I know, its masquerade. She’s unhappy with the news I’ve served her that evening – I would be late again that evening- a no show.  What do you do when you’re madly in love and are suddenly given the responsibility to control a little bit more than you’d ever imagine at work?