How We Met: Three Is A Company

When John’s birthday comes around, he chooses not to spend it alone at home and joins a co-worker at the bar with her friends. Little did he know that it would change his entire life.

“Happy birthday John!” Michaela shouted across the floor.

“Dammit!” I shook my head.

I had told Michaela my birth date a few weeks back, and I was hoping she would have forgotten. I didn’t want anyone at work to know my birthday.

“It’s your birthday?” Nigel asked.

“Yeah,” I told him.

“Why didn’t you tell anybody?” he asked.

“I didn’t want it to be a big deal,” I shrugged. “I am forty, not fourteen.”

“Well, happy birthday,” my boss smiled.

For the rest of the day, many people came up and told me happy birthday and joked about my age.

It was one of the reasons I didn’t want anyone to know. Someone went out at break time and got a cake and a card.

I looked at Michaela with a death stare. “Payback for telling the guys downstairs I was single again,” Michaela laughed.

“And as I told you, I didn’t tell them,” I hadn’t told anyone that Michaela was separated from her husband. The divorce wasn’t final yet, but it was in the works.

“Only you knew from work!” Michaela exclaimed as she pulled me away from the mini party.

“I am telling you; I didn’t tell anyone!”

Michaela was the eye candy for the whole company; many guys had their eyes on her, and most of them would love to know that she was going to be single and on the market.

“Well, who else?” Michaela asked.

Nigel was the only one who came to mind because he knew her husband. “Nigel?” I asked.

“You don’t think he would?” Michaela asked.

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” I shrugged.

Michaela hated the attention she got from most of the guys.

She always said she was going to leave if it kept up. I knew it was a bluff because she made more here than anywhere else she could go.

“Sorry, about this,” Michaela apologized.

“It’s okay I am used to the red hair attacks,” I nudged her.

“Yeah, you should by now,” Michaela and I rejoined the party.