The Mating Dance of the Telemarketer -or- Don't fish off the company pier.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I should know better, but they were so doggone cute! Three of us off to take our pee tests. G is late 40s, divorced, a really nice guy, and looks a bit like Fred Flintstone if he were a fullback. A is a charming Nubian queen, with that elegant beauty that has done guys wrong since before King David. Age could be anywhere between 30 (it’s hard to get that elegant before you are 30) and 130. No ring.

They didn’t really know each other and the clinic was a few miles away, but I thought they’d go well together so, like a good wingman, I took my own car and G gave A a ride. It took them about twice as long to get there, and when they checked in they were talking about her very long commute via public transit.*

“But I’m thinking of moving closer,” she said.

Note that I love this guy, but I was surprised he managed to get this subtle, “What does your husband think of that?”

“Oh, I’m not married.”

And so the dance continued. I wanted to pinch their adorable cheeks! They also took extra long getting back to the office. It made the yenta in me proud.

Cut to today. I bump into L in the parking lot. She’s been away a few months, but since this is the Hotel California she was back. I remembered that she had managed some medical offices and told her about our new program, how she’d be a perfect fit, and who she should talk to. She told me about a messy breakup with M, who is one of the core of the new program.

God damn it to Hell! She’d do well on it, but she’d let feelings get in her way? Forget feelings! Doing well is the best revenge, and she can kick his ass in sales from here to Sunday.

Of course, I must remind myself I am not management and none of this is my concern.

Now it’s your turn to tell how office romance destroyed your life, if only a little.

    • Riding multiple trains and buses to get to work, and she normally wears painted-on dresses and heels? Not that I’m complaining, but how does she walk? :confused:
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My wife and I met through our employer. Although she worked in an office 1,200 miles away. We didn’t work in the same group, weren’t responsible for evaluating each other, etc. No problem from a company policy standpoint. Fortunately for me, after we started dating, I started working on a project that put me within a 150 miles of her for about 6 months. So we saw each other every other weekend during that 6 month period. We then got engaged, got married about 6 months later, she quit the company, and moved to where I was. 11 years later and 2 kids, we’re doing great.

So all in, a good outcome.

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I’m confused. What to L and M have to do with G and A?

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Nothing. A different story about an in office relationship.

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I once met a woman at work. We were both USAF and even though we were on the same base our respective chains of command didn’t merge until somewhere waay up in the Pentagon. And we were both officers. So no concerns about getting friendly.

We’ve been married 28 years. No drama; no complaints.

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Back in the early 90s I owned & operated a business that had about 30 office workers doing low-end clerical stuff. Socioeconomically these folks were K-Mart shoppers through and through. One day the floor super noticed one guy & gal had disappeared mid-shift. A little checking around with the others revealed their nefarious plan.

So we all trooped out back to the dumpster behind the office. Wherein we found the two of them shagging like mad. After the applause died down we christened them TrashMan and DumpsterBunny. Which names they proudly wore until they finally quit to go their separate ways.

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In the airline business there are/were legions of pilots married to flight attendants. This was more common in the 1960-80s than nowadays. The vast majority of these marriages end in ugly divorce. Which certainly contributes to an entrenched Us vs. Them attitude across the divide.

Hence also an industry joke: “Q: How do pilots & flight attendants have oral sex? A: They shout ‘F**k you!’ across the terminal concourse.”

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I have no problems with office romances. My wife and I both worked her, though it was some 38 years after we married. I just don’t like it when it affects ME.

One of my many bosses said L might not be a good fit because she’s an unreliable flake. Which, come to think of it, she is. Tragedy averted!

But enough about me. And enough about your office romances that flowered into endless happiness. As happy I am that you found true love, they are, um, less than fascinating. What I’m looking for is how other people’s folly turned into gossip dirt. : evil :slight_smile: :