We’ve all made misjudgments, right? We’ve all done dumb things and learned from them, haven’t we? We’ve all realized that something we did when we were young(er) and foolish(er) was better left undone, no?
In that spirit, which inappropriate person did you ask out on a date? Which employee did you make feel uncomfortable on the job? Which attractive but unqualified underling did you cause to be promoted on the theory that this would make you look like a big man (or woman)? In short, has your sexuality protruded into your life where, in retrospect, you wish it hadn’t?
Stories, anecdotes, detailed memories, lessons learned (or not learned).
I stalked a poor classmate when I was in junior high. Sigh. Remembering this still has me blushing :o poor guy. (oh so cute, though. And still a standup guy - I know how to pick em!)
Stalked, how? Did you let it be known, via third parties, that you had a crush on him? Did you speak to him after he asked not to anymore? Did you gaze longingly, with goo-goo eyes, on his person ?
Calling his house and hanging up, gathering data like unpublished phone numbers, talking to people about him constantly, trying to covertly follow him around school and just plain OGLING him in gym. He deserved to be ogled, though.
Well I had an inappropriate workplace affair. But he was not a boss. He didn’t want to have the affair though. I definitely harrassed him into it. I wasn’t even attracted to him, it was compulsive.
If you want to hear a nonsexual harrassment story, when I was 13 my best friend dumped me and would not be my friend again and so I broke into her house numerous times when her family was out of town and just snooped around. In retrospect that’s totally insane but at the time it seemed on a level with snooping through a sibling’s closet while they are out. Not that that’s good either, but it didn’t ever strike me as insane at the time. Later on though I thought “woah!”
I had a friend (using the term a bit loosely) in college who I called a cheap, drunken slut in front of other people. We weren’t arguing or anything, she just happened to complain that some people thought she was a cheap, drunken slut, and I said “But you are a cheap, drunken slut.” Which, sadly enough, was true. She didn’t seem really upset at the time but I later heard from others that she actually was, and I still feel bad about it although I did apologize. I mean, it’s not a nice thing to say even if it is true. In fact, the being true part probably made it worse than it would have been otherwise.
In that spirit, which inappropriate person did you ask out on a date?
Clinically insane ones, that I knew were clinically insane.
Which employee did you make feel uncomfortable on the job?
The stupid.
Which attractive but unqualified underling did you cause to be promoted on the theory that this would make you look like a big man (or woman)?
None. I only slept with the qualified.
In short, has your sexuality protruded into your life where, in retrospect, you wish it hadn’t?
Having sex with subordinates when I was in my 20’s.
At 33 I slept with a girl who I found out later after sleeping with her she was only 19.
In my own defence I DID meet her at a bar that was only supposed to be 21 and up. Eh, I guess I didn’t do anything wrong per say, but I did feel guilty after words because at the time when I met her, I remember thinking “This girl is incedibly easy to manipulate.”
I also slept with one of our guest when I worked roomservice at the Hilton years ago. I got what I deserved though because they fired my ass. Apparently fucking while on duty is frowned upon at the Hilton. Imagine the irony…
When I was sixteen I had a job as a cashier. A customer came through one night, a good looking guy around 25 years old. He took a liking to me, I guess, because he’d come to hang out with me on my breaks over the next couple of weeks. After a while, I invited him to a party at my friend’s house and we ended up sleeping together. Few days later he invited me to his “crib”: a bedroom set-up in his “mother’s” garage. (Hey, I was 16.) He told me that because he lived with his mom, I shouldn’t go up to the apartment because she’d be upset. I live in a highly religious area and this made sense to me. So I’d go to his place and hang out, we’d screw around, and I would go home at the end of the night.
After a few weeks (who didn’t see this coming?) he started avoiding me. I would hang out in my car, parked immediately next to his garage and hoped to catch him leaving the apartment or heading to his hide-away. A week later I decided to take further action to see him. I knew his car, knew it had an alarm. I went with a friend and we took turns kicking the back bumper to rock the car, hoping the alarm would catch his attention. It caught somebody’s, anyway. After a few times of the alarm being turned off (by remote, I suppose, I’ve never had a car alarm), a lady finally leaned out of the window on the second floor and told us to “knock it the fuck off!” We left.
The next evening, at my friend’s house, I tried to call the dude to see if he was home and would see me. (Kids, stubborn-ness is not a good thing.) The lady from the night before answered the phone. When I asked for him, she said that he wasn’t home, but as his wife, she would take a message. Whoops.
I wasn’t even attracted to him, it was compulsive.