Stick with your own turn-ons, and the SDMB will stick with its own.
That’s why he would have to come back.
The SDMB is turned on by cats? Oooookayyyyy…
We’re Aussies, what can I say? 
I think he’s kind of a root rat, so is probably used to it. Honestly, how much coordination does it take?
And to those voices of wisdom, we’re a very casual small workplace. I don’t think we even have sexual harrassment policies, and if we do, they’re probably from the 1970s anyway, and detail ‘what not to say in front of the secretary.’
And, since you’re all dying to hear… I haven’t heard from him. I’m not surprised, because he mentioned on Monday he has no phone credit, and payday is still a week away. Poor starving student.
We’re supposed to be working together this Monday (which is a public holiday) so I may have some more gossip then.
The majority obviously prefers pussy… :eek:
I work for a federally mandated (USA)county agency(Equal Opportunity Commission) and even we don’t consider this happy tale, as is, a case of sexual harrassment.
We really are an Equal Opportunity employer… and so are you! 
You know what - this question popped into my head randomly today, during class of all places. I have to say I am impressed. I had a similar episode happen to me recently and … let’s just say things did not go as smoothly as they should have. So yeah, that is quite impressive.
We await more gossip eagerly. 
ick…
I hate to be a wet blanket, but I’ve been in this situation before myself – way back when in America, I slept with my female supervisor – and things got a little too “uncomfortable” after a while. In general, I think it’s best not to sleep with your immediate subordinates if possible, although those darned glands do have a knack of having their own way.
On the other hand, my best friend in Thailand, a fellow American, married his secretary, so that worked out okay.
Was he… you know… hard? I have trouble “getting 'er done” when I’m drunk. Great, now I’m blushing!
Mmmm. Bossecks
Mikey, likey.
I’ve heard it compared to mushing a rotten banana into a wall.
Just what I heard.
No, its more like shooting pool with a piece of rope. Or maybe its more like pushing a chain. I’ve heard both, back in my drinking days.
Whatever gossip you may have heard about Autolycus (and I’m sure it’s all true, in his case), I have to say that twenty years ago I used to be good with six UK pints inside me. It was just that she’d better not be in a hurry for me to finish if I was in a state of moderate intoxication. 
Hardy har har. I never said I cant perform… I just need to be more creative sometimes; that’s all :mad:
Revenge will be mine…
What-evuh, limp dick
It’s not so much a matter of coordination . . .
Jeez, Louis, I believe I’ve just injured myself laughing.
“Root rat”?
(Of course, all us norteamericanos are jealous. Shagging one’s boss or subordinate here would cause lawyers to appear in no time…)
jeez … you make it sound like a “Summon Monster” spell…