To really work at my new job, you need to screw a coworker.
Okay, not really. But let's be honest - it's not uncommon. So when I first found out about it, I decided I was going to avoid the awkward situations my coworkers found themselves in and just keep my lady bits to myself. Or share with those I didn't work with.
Obviously in the three months since I started the job, I have not only started sleeping with a coworker, but have (happily) ended up in a relationship with him. Because that's what you're supposed to accomplish when you get a new job - duh.
Obviously I now feel more secure at the company.
He started talking to me on my second day, via iChat. I hadn't the faintest idea who he was when he first sent me a message, but after having lunch with him I realized he was the one with the impeccable bone structure.
I found out he was dating someone who he never mentioned. I found out he had been dating a French girl (different from aforementioned girl, but who he also never mentioned) and was planning on visiting her this summer.
I found out he wanted to go to graduate school in France starting in January. I also found out that he loved wine, had the same types of lucid dreams I've always had, that he has a spot of brown in one of his otherwise very green eyes and that I felt weird if I didn't talk to him for more than an hour.
You know, weird on a friend level, since he was dating someone.
Our first weeks of friendship were filled with awkward moments. Like that time he texted me to say his 'lust' was growing (meant list, he says), or that time he told the girl he was dating (on the phone in front of me) that he didn't hi things between them were going to work out because he was going to be oh-so-busy studying for the GMAT and wouldn't have time to spend with her.
She yelled at him so we went to get margaritas. He walked me home, came upstairs and kissed me.
It's led to the happiest and most confusing relationship thus far.
