Harry
CibbuanoThe Juice on Office Slap'n'Tickle
June 2nd 2006 00:13
Well its time to come clean of my experience with dabbling into the world of co-worker slap and tickle.
What can I say, I was the final year university student on work experience. I was the only female in the office, in a highly male dominate industry. My weakness was British accents. I’ve never been able to explain the accent fetish, it was a totally odd phase, but when I reminisce on those years practically all the guys I ever saw had a bloody Pommy accent. Hmmm, the quirks of youth, but I digress. So anyway, this was work experience and I decided it was high time to test the muddy waters of career prostitution. Exactly how high up the ladder could checking a run in my pantyhose take me? Unfortunately, that blasted Pommy accent fetish foiled my ploy.
I discovered Gerard, the token studly British co-worker in the cubicle opposite mine, frequented one of my favourite bars. We arranged to meet up there one Friday night. What harm was to be had in a bit of industry networking I thought. Foolish me. A few vodkas under the belt and suddenly I woke to find myself frolicking blissfully about Gerard’s apartment in perhaps nothing but a nightcap. We started a regular Friday after work beer and screw night. A few months later and it was back to finish my final semester of university. (why does this remind me of Grease???) I did see Gerard once more at an industry Christmas party, 12 months later. It was a little weird, but I was under no illusion that my summer break fling was nothing but a summer fling. We chatted and ended up back at his place. There was some bumbling “I should have called,” on his behalf. He moved in for the pash, at which point I put a stop on all proceedings. It had been a year, I was older and wiser in the ways of men. Besides, I’d recently graduated and there were bigger fish to fry.
I donno where Gerard is now, if on the highly unlikely chance he ever reads this, I can only say “cheers for the good times, you’re top pork and casual sex Fridays rocked.” I definitely enjoyed my summer work experience job. I was probably totally unproductive as I spent much of the day fighting the urge to jump that paper thin partition separating me and my partner in crime. I think the distraction was mutual at least I endeavored to do so with as much pathetic flirting as humanly possible. And yes, against all aforementioned advice. It was very much like being in high school again. Nothing quite like the thrill experienced when slipping notes to a secret crush between classes. It was fun, it was wild, it was an experience.
All in all, I think an office fling is something anyone should give serious consideration to if the opportunity strikes. Fling being the appropriate word. Trying to pull of a full blown romance I could only imagine would be very tricky. As soon as you start trying to suppress really strong loving feelings, I think with time it would do your head in. I can only imagine the potential for jealousy and frustration. A sexual attraction seems to thrive on suppression; a personal bonding tends to get destroyed in the atmosphere of lies and secrecy. From the outset, both parties have to define some clear boundaries and understand exactly what each expects of the other. There needs to be good communication. If the relationship is purely physical, that’s fine, but both need to acknowledge and agree that that is all the relationship is based on. In terms of dating or seeing other people, well that needs to be discussed and agreed upon. If at any stage, feelings should develop, you really need to have an action plan devised before it becomes an issue. The success of an office fling is really going to depend on how well you and your partner can handle the emotion of a fuck buddy relationship. If there are any doubts that either of you can’t keep the relationship void of emotional attachment it is best to not pursue it.
What can I say, I was the final year university student on work experience. I was the only female in the office, in a highly male dominate industry. My weakness was British accents. I’ve never been able to explain the accent fetish, it was a totally odd phase, but when I reminisce on those years practically all the guys I ever saw had a bloody Pommy accent. Hmmm, the quirks of youth, but I digress. So anyway, this was work experience and I decided it was high time to test the muddy waters of career prostitution. Exactly how high up the ladder could checking a run in my pantyhose take me? Unfortunately, that blasted Pommy accent fetish foiled my ploy.
I discovered Gerard, the token studly British co-worker in the cubicle opposite mine, frequented one of my favourite bars. We arranged to meet up there one Friday night. What harm was to be had in a bit of industry networking I thought. Foolish me. A few vodkas under the belt and suddenly I woke to find myself frolicking blissfully about Gerard’s apartment in perhaps nothing but a nightcap. We started a regular Friday after work beer and screw night. A few months later and it was back to finish my final semester of university. (why does this remind me of Grease???) I did see Gerard once more at an industry Christmas party, 12 months later. It was a little weird, but I was under no illusion that my summer break fling was nothing but a summer fling. We chatted and ended up back at his place. There was some bumbling “I should have called,” on his behalf. He moved in for the pash, at which point I put a stop on all proceedings. It had been a year, I was older and wiser in the ways of men. Besides, I’d recently graduated and there were bigger fish to fry.
I donno where Gerard is now, if on the highly unlikely chance he ever reads this, I can only say “cheers for the good times, you’re top pork and casual sex Fridays rocked.” I definitely enjoyed my summer work experience job. I was probably totally unproductive as I spent much of the day fighting the urge to jump that paper thin partition separating me and my partner in crime. I think the distraction was mutual at least I endeavored to do so with as much pathetic flirting as humanly possible. And yes, against all aforementioned advice. It was very much like being in high school again. Nothing quite like the thrill experienced when slipping notes to a secret crush between classes. It was fun, it was wild, it was an experience.
All in all, I think an office fling is something anyone should give serious consideration to if the opportunity strikes. Fling being the appropriate word. Trying to pull of a full blown romance I could only imagine would be very tricky. As soon as you start trying to suppress really strong loving feelings, I think with time it would do your head in. I can only imagine the potential for jealousy and frustration. A sexual attraction seems to thrive on suppression; a personal bonding tends to get destroyed in the atmosphere of lies and secrecy. From the outset, both parties have to define some clear boundaries and understand exactly what each expects of the other. There needs to be good communication. If the relationship is purely physical, that’s fine, but both need to acknowledge and agree that that is all the relationship is based on. In terms of dating or seeing other people, well that needs to be discussed and agreed upon. If at any stage, feelings should develop, you really need to have an action plan devised before it becomes an issue. The success of an office fling is really going to depend on how well you and your partner can handle the emotion of a fuck buddy relationship. If there are any doubts that either of you can’t keep the relationship void of emotional attachment it is best to not pursue it.
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