Have you ever been used by a member of your preferred gender...and not care?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I will preface this saying that I know some of you think I’m a sexist scumbag, for reasons good or debatable. I try to not let that bother me/I’m a glutton for punishment, so here goes.

In the '90s I worked for a company that used an AS400 for everything but CAD. The IT department consisted of two cousins from Kentucky supervised by a woman who looked like Christa Miller from Drew Carey and other shows. A very pretty redhead who knew nothing about PCs. I was working toward a certificate in PC support, so I was her go-to guy with questions. Anyway, it beat working.

The first time I was facing her while she leaned over and I had a clear view, obscured only by her flimsy bra, down to her navel, for a couple minutes. I quickly looked away and stole glances as we spoke to see if the show was over and it was safe to look at her face. I was utterly embarrassed (betcha didn’t think that was possible!), but it beat the hell out of working.

This was not repeated, but I continued helping her as we prepared for Y2K. I was told our AS400 was not Y2K compliant at the hardware level (when did we get it–'93? Planned obsolescence like Detroit in the '60s. :eek: Must be true since we swapped it for a big line printer.) This meant we needed to go all-PC, so I was spending as much as 20% of my time in IT. We were both married to others and despite some possible overtures by her (I don’t read signals well–DUH!) I wasn’t in the market. I just enjoyed her company and it beat working.

One day the Kentucky Women took me aside to say “Christa” was just using me because she didn’t know shit about PCs. “I know, but it beats working,” mostly because it had me working in my planned field.

A few months later “Christa” stopped being nice, and even got nasty. I asked her friends if it was something I’d said or done. “No, she’s pregnant and is always a witch when she’s pregnant.” Okay, no problem. Back to work.

So, obviously she was using me and obviously I enjoyed it while it lasted, with no ill effects. Has that ever happened to you.

Since there is always at least one song:
Bill Withers, Use Me
Deep Purple, Kentucky Woman

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Long ago, when I worked in a cube farm, I was asked to look at a girl’s car. It had a problem.

I went outside, popped the hood and the throttle linkage was askew. I fixed it.

I didn’t feel “used” at all. I was just doing her a solid.

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I see what you mean, and in most cases my inner Boy Scout knew I was being utilized, not used, and I was happy to do it. It was the same here, but I helped her so often that when her friends, who could tell I was smitten (and also knew nothing about PCs), said she was using me it struck a nerve. Y’see, I have always been suspicious of the motivations of attractive females if I give it any thought, and I give everything lots of thought. When I was a kid I was bullied a lot by guys, mostly for being fat. Girls never did, but I saw and read enough noir where the “dame” was leading the protagonist to a fall that when a pretty girl was nice to me it triggered a call to the subroutine “What does she want?” rather than “I think she likes me.”

I had mostly gotten over that by the time of the story, especially since I’d been married for twenty years, but her friends got me thinking, this time just for a moment. Yes, she was taking advantage of my skills which she lacked, but it was necessary for me to help the company through a tough transition, which meant I didn’t get in trouble for not being at my desk doing my regular job–hell, the company was paying for my IT schooling. Yes, her being pretty and flirty made it more enjoyable for me, but I’d’ve done it anyway. I wasn’t going to run off with her which, given her hormonal reaction to pregnancy (NOT my doing!), meant I would’ve dodged a bullet had one been shot. But I was being “used,” not just utilized, and didn’t care, and I’m looking for similar stories.

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You were being paid to perform work on work-related equipment and activities, right? How is that being **used **again?

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It sounded as though the head of the IT department was using him for IT work despite him not being part of that department. She was effectively getting him to do her job by batting her eyelashes. Dropzone didn’t care between enjoying the flirting and the break from work routine to do something more interesting.

I can’t think of a good story for myself beyond flipping an extra buck into the tip for an overly “friendly” waitress who was obviously just generating extra tip dollars.

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I dont think I have been used, unless you count mutual using of each other. I have used men in certain instances, such as doing the heavy lifting or mechanical problems that were beyond me. I have always been nice about it and thanked them.

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This, exactly. She eventually took some classes, but I don’t know what she did later. She quit before her due date, and got nice again and apologized for her behavior about six months into her pregnancy.