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10-Nov-2016 13:32

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After sounding off about the difficulty of balancing an active love life with a demanding job, my boss quipped, “You know what, you’ve got to fuck up and fuck rich.” Shocked, I laughed hesitantly and walked away but after a bit of thought, I couldn’t resist finding out what he meant so, a few gin and tonics later, I went back to find out.The heat rose higher and higher until I was in his room, wondering if he’d ever kiss me. All of my arguments against our romance evaporated. don’t want to think about that night or the next morning. I was one part sad, one part angry, and one part afraid. I couldn’t lose my shit: we worked in the same office. Friends told me I should’ve been harsher, cutting him out of my life. New to a city and to a job, my body was trying to feel some kind of connection, even just skin on skin. Then, we were both going to the same free music show. He asked about me, without letting his eyes fall away, as he waited for a reply. He was a coworker I never worked with — a combo that kept him out of sight and out of mind. In those moments, I can’t stop asking myself: where is the man who was able to hold me with his eyes? But I don’t feel this about friends: the ache, the longing. What do I do with this space he’s carved for himself but refuses to fill?

After sounding off about the difficulty of balancing an active love life with a demanding job, my boss quipped, “You know what, you’ve got to fuck up and fuck rich.” Shocked, I laughed hesitantly and walked away but after a bit of thought, I couldn’t resist finding out what he meant so, a few gin and tonics later, I went back to find out.The heat rose higher and higher until I was in his room, wondering if he’d ever kiss me. All of my arguments against our romance evaporated. don’t want to think about that night or the next morning. I was one part sad, one part angry, and one part afraid. I couldn’t lose my shit: we worked in the same office. Friends told me I should’ve been harsher, cutting him out of my life. New to a city and to a job, my body was trying to feel some kind of connection, even just skin on skin. Then, we were both going to the same free music show. He asked about me, without letting his eyes fall away, as he waited for a reply. He was a coworker I never worked with — a combo that kept him out of sight and out of mind. In those moments, I can’t stop asking myself: where is the man who was able to hold me with his eyes? But I don’t feel this about friends: the ache, the longing. What do I do with this space he’s carved for himself but refuses to fill?I can still feel myself giggling against his beard. I would no longer be a woman in the office, but a woman who was sexualized. Who would take me seriously if they could imagine me in someone’s bed? But I wouldn’t sleep with him or try to make plans. But they didn’t sit with the fear of dozens of eyes imagining me naked on another’s bed.