Unfortunately, where I work now, the average female is old enough to be my mom (I’m 41).
But in my early 20’s, I worked for a year-and-a-half where I was the only guy working with 12-14 women. Most of whom were 5-10 years older than I was. Ten of whom were very attractive.
I learned so much about women, I know more about women than most woment do (three were pregnant at the same time - what an education for a young man!) And at times they would seemingly forget I was there.
I still fondly remember one day at break, when Cynthia said, “The air conditioning in here makes my nipples stick out through my sweater. I hate that. Does that happen to any of the rest of you?” A five-minute discussion ensued of instances that caused their nipples to stick out unexpectedly. I think I permanently damaged my eyeballs trying to keep reading the newspaper while my DNA said, “LOOK! COMPARE!”
AND this was a job that sometimes involved having to physically or mechanically restrain a non-coworker. (Don’t get me wrong, having to do restraints was not a good thing for anyone.) But I’d be down on the floor, wrestling to restrain someone and look up at fine cleavage and tight butts. It’s a miracle that I didn’t end up with a severe BDSM fetish.
AND, I ended up having relationships with several of the women. I was young and hot, they were just hot.
Thanks for the memories.
I work for the federal government, so there are some slim pickin’s here. But there are two very nice looking men who are very nice, very married, very much fathers.
I, too, would like to see Catherine Zeta-Jones and Gwyneth Paltrow curl up in a tiny ball. Do you have any pictures? [/missing the point]
We used to have a distracting hottie in the office, but over the years she aged along with the rest of us, and is less distracting now. Sic transit etc.
Here at the hospital there are many, but 99% of them come in during the day. During nightshift (my crappy shift) there’s one very pretty girl in pharmacy and once in a while a cute blonde transport. During the day the summertime there are volunteers (about 6 or 7 i think), young student nurses (countless), human resources (2), medical records coders (2) and radiology has several cute women. They all come in just as i leave to go home and sleep with happy (but jealous) dreams.
Several. Unfortunately, the most beautiful of the lot (think Naoko Iijima with a better figure, for the Japan dopers) is leaving at the end of the week. That just leaves the cute (and jiggly) Punk Rock Girl and two hotties in their late-30’s whose hobbies include getting drunk and wrestling the men in the office to the floor.
It’s like an explosion in a hottie factory, and there’s something for everybody, no matter what your tastes, as the openly GLBT quotient is strikingly higher than anyplace else I’ve ever worked.
Last week I found myself standing in a group, smoking in the parking lot, and the conversation somehow naturally turned to bondage equipment. Three of us own the same brand of handcuffs, and two of us made their own leather gear. Later that same day, smoking with a different group, the conversation turned to sleeping with people you work with. We were four for five, and the fifth one’s married. The place has been open for a grand total of two months.
Drunken hookups appear to be a part of our corporate culture. I’m sure this is unwelcome news to the people whose job it is to run the company, but it’s kind of working for us grunts.
I choose to look at it as a “thinking outside the box” response to all that sexual tension that having really hot people around can create in a workplace.