Coworker dating my ex

04 Sep

You’re so happy stealing kisses in the break room that you never give much thought to what could possibly go wrong.

Nonetheless, one fateful day, what you didn’t spend much time thinking about actually occurs. Maybe you had a tiff over something stupid that turned into a major fight, and eventually led to the demise of your relationship.

But try not to be too cavalier in case, you know, you get fired. If you do decide this is legit, there are ways to maneuver, but you’re both going to have to learn to be flexible and tolerate a lot of bullshit. They will claim you get the special treatment, even if that is entirely untrue. A lunch here and there is fine, but limit the amount of times you are in his or her office alone with the door shut, even if it is strictly business. Quitting with dignity so you can screw in sweet private bliss is also a valid option. Hopefully your friend isn’t all murderous about that whole wanting to bang (er, “date”) his sister thing, but all other examples set forth by our nation’s forebrothers show that charting these choppy waters isn’t easy.

Plus, the less people know or suspect at work, then the less awkward it will be when you inevitably break up. Bottom line: this is still your place of work, and should things toe the line between professional and unprofessional, you will have HR and fellow employees on. You’ll have more luck if your feelings actually do extend beyond wanting to do it in the guest room at the family BBQ.

The minute homeboy sees you look at his sister the same way you look at the hot bartender or a big pile of wings, your cover is completely blown.

All goes well for a while – your boss and fellow co-workers are surprisingly accepting *or, you manage to keep the relationship a secret*.

And regardless of how much you enjoy or don’t enjoy your job, you actually start looking forward to each workday, since it’s just another chance to see your sexy sweetheart.

We liked the air, we liked the sun, we liked each other's company. When I started, I made a few too many jokes, and she gave a few too many disapproving looks. At one point, I resolved to just keep my mouth shut around her. I realized how much time I spent thinking about her when she wasn't around.

She was taking a class, and even though I'm not a photographer, I knew enough about film to talk about f-stops, depth of field, and composition. So, an email from Sara at the end of a long day was welcome, and it was nice to feel like I had been missed. The day dragged on, and I drank more coffee to compensate.