When I came home after several years working in Europe, the Trustees of my University alma mater reached out to me and invited me to sit on the Board of Trustees. I had demonstrated some modicum of success. I had taken my company public and my name was in the news (in a good way). I was flattered they thought I might be able to assist my school for which I deeply cared. So, I started a five-year term as a university Trustee.
One of the other Trustees on the Board was a local news anchor. We’ll call her Linda. Linda and I went way back. She interviewed me back when my business was first getting started and we had stayed in touch, albeit remotely, over the previous 10 years or so. Linda was tall, lightly Hispanic, shapely and about five years younger than me. Linda was well known in her market, had gone through a difficult time over the previous few years. She had children some years back and had an ugly divorce with another newscaster. Still, you couldn’t tell as her personality remained bright and optimistic. I always admired that about her and I had occasion to share that with her at our first Trustee meeting. Her light mocha skin blushed at my compliment and she demurely looked down. I followed her gaze and quietly admired her thin, muscular legs all the way down to her spiked heels.