April 01, 2003

he coulda been a contender

Have been spending days in J email absence, e-flirting with v. clever (and incidentally quite cute) Indie Rock Boy. Is absolutely adorable and fine, fine companion to pass time with in email banter. If only...

If only was not a coworker.

Have made mistake of strumpeting at work. Spent 6 months dating D and still cringe every time am forced to occupy the same general space in the coffee room. At ten years my senior, friends refer to him as the old man. Was not a particularly painful break-up for yours truly (as he was a complete moron), but D did get custody of the after-work drinking friends in the split. Damn custody battles.

So, until can find clever way in which to get Indie Rock Boy canned, will have to enjoy his delightful sense of humor, rapist wit (er, rapier wit, rather), and so v. adorable Indie Rock cuteness from afar.

What a cryin' shame.

Posted by This Fish at April 1, 2003 10:15 AM
Comments

I, too, have several stories of co-worker trysts gone awry – serious 'ships and casual flings that eventually hit the fan.

The bright side is that my wife and I met while working together. Of course, I quit as soon as I could to preserve what we had. So you're probably doing the right thing.

But you only live once!

Posted by: Texas T-bone at April 1, 2003 10:31 AM

never dip you pen in the company ink. or in your case never, err, let your ink be dipped in.

Posted by: hubs at April 1, 2003 11:20 AM

This is a bit obvious, but for HIM it should be "no fishing off the company pier." For HER, it should be "no riding bicycles on the company track ... er, bike trail." Never mind.

Posted by: Texas T-bone at April 1, 2003 12:56 PM

AFZ notwithstanding, although they didn't meet at work, my parents have worked together (father=doctor, mother=nurse in his office) for 25 years without a hitch.

I also think that those companies with rules governing employee dating are puritanical and lame. I mean, it's like saying you shouldn't date the girl that lives across the hall from you in your freshman dorm. Of course you shouldn't, but of course you will. Shit happens.

Posted by: mark at April 1, 2003 01:26 PM

ahhh, what the hell. go for it.
and i lost a puppy out of a breakup, forget about drinking buddies--those are a dime a dozen!

Posted by: the bricklayer at April 1, 2003 03:03 PM

i always figured, if you meet them at work, well, hey, at least you know they're employed.

Posted by: sassylittlepunkin at April 1, 2003 03:41 PM

yeha but what about working out Fishie? Huh? Where is that? I wanna hear about the Fishie Workout Video...come on...tell me all about it otherwise when I return to Boston (AND I WILL) you will put through the 646 Guy Bootcamp of HELL!

Love,

646 Guy

P.S. Sorry...Fish has supported me in my working out battle and this is just me being supportive of her...in my own, odd, drill sargeant way...

Posted by: Brian, the 646 Guy at April 1, 2003 04:05 PM

"So, until can find clever way in which to get Indy Rock Boy canned ... "

BWA!! ::wipes spittle from company monitor ::

Posted by: Lex at April 1, 2003 05:11 PM

I know this is an advice free zone, but as the more established readers of your blog have weighed in, so will I.

If you like the guy, do something about it. For me, if not for yourself (am also in a dodgy colleague relationship position). Don't worry about the fact you work with him. He's not D. He's a different person. Things will probably work out differently. And we all know that D's missing out anyway.

In short, just don't do your cryin' until (or unless) you have to. Preemptive misery is never wise.

Posted by: Ben at April 1, 2003 07:41 PM

The fact that you can merely get excited at prospect of new cute indy boy friend is a sign of better things to come. Go, fishy, go!

Posted by: michybrit at April 1, 2003 08:00 PM

I met my husband at work when I was hired into his dept. It's been 5 years now and we're as happy as larry :)

But if they don't work out, relationships with co-workers are ghastly.

Posted by: Muppet at April 2, 2003 04:36 AM

heheh.. enjoy his cuteness 'till you can't take it anymore- then POUNCE!

Posted by: kris at April 2, 2003 09:46 PM

but fish, this is indy rock boy you're talking about!

if you can resist that, you can face any temptation without flinching.

Posted by: candace at April 3, 2003 01:30 AM