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what did she say For some reason unknown to me, the amount of flirting at work this morning was higher than usual and before I could react I was caught in the middle of it. I remember making a comment about what one of the women was wearing, but I wasn't expecting some of the comments that came back my way later that morning. The same woman who I had commented on earlier called looking for me. She had returned to her desk and needed to ask me something. The woman who answered the phone said that I was busy under her desk. Well. I see. I found this to be surprising since I wasn't anywhere near her desk, but on the other hand I know quite a few men who wouldn't mind being in that position. Nor do I think that I would complain, but most of these things are left unsaid. Then as I was in the midst of trying to absorb this comment, it was quickly relayed to me that the other woman wanted some attention as well. The woman closest to me had to share. Then there was some comment that I was under her desk because I couldn't get it anywhere else. Okay. Time for a quick mental break here. I have no idea what prompted any of these comments, but they have to be the raciest if slightly harsh statements that a woman has said to me in a long time. Someone was definitely in a sassy mood and I have to wonder if it had anything to do with it being her birthday yesterday. Something was said about a red face, but I have no idea what kind of expression I had on my face at that moment. What I do know is that it'll be just this woman and myself working together on Saturday. She said that she didn't go out, because she had class, but something must have happened. Then to add to the excitement, there was the third woman who I had run in a circle for me. Very odd yet funny at the same time. Yes, I work in a very professional environment. Actually this kind of behavior from women toward me does happen every so often. I remember there was a girl in my high school who was convinced that I wanted her. At the time that I knew her she was dating a friend of mine, but that didn't stop her from making comments to me. To be blunt, I wasn't interested in her. She was attractive enough, but her personality drove me insane and not in a good way. The one thing that I remember the most about her was that she regressed when she got high and this really annoyed me. Then there was the long entry that she wrote in my yearbook when I graduated. It was not the usual you're a great guy, keep in touch stuff that usually fills the pages of a yearbook. I was supposed to call and visit her often, but I never did. Sorry, Becky, you just didn't do it for me and I have no idea why Ed tolerated you as long as he did. When I went to college Jodi who I worked with during the summer would write me letters. I suppose that this would have been fine except that I never asked her to write me and I had no idea what to say back to her when she did. It was very odd. Then when I worked at the insurance company there was a woman who would buy me food and small little gifts. She also called me at home and gave me her number. Now unlike Becky, both Jodi and the insurance woman were heavy and that was why I had no interest in seeing either of them. Yes, I know that that is shallow, but they didn't seem to get the hint. I mean I never did anything to encourage them. I suppose those last two cases were a little different than what happened this morning. Neither of those women wanted to just flirt they wanted more and I didn't. Nor did I like it when they did things for me. It made me feel very awkward. Some verbal sparring is fun and healthy, but it isn't something that I do with every woman that I meet. ... Before the flirting started this morning, I was thinking about how much of work is the same thing on a daily basis. The personal squabbles grow old fast and I wish that the people that I work with would talk more about new topics rather than rehashing the same problems over and over again. In some ways they seem to enjoy repeating themselves and it is really wearing me down. I truly believe that if I didn't keep searching out new things to read and do on my own, I think that I would go insane.
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