Tuesday, January 07, 2003

The Office: They were actually encouraging me.. to take this on. They were rooting for me to get laid. Seems that they needed to have something more in common with me.. I could probably write a blog solely on what goes on in my office. Working in finance is generally a conservative business. However conservative is definately not a word I would use to describe where I work. The cast of characters is something like this. My boss is gay and left his life and business partner for a young masseuse, that I unwittingly set him up with. Only to be played for his money and have that relationship recently end. The details are fascinating but not relavent to the story. My business partner is now officially separated from her husband after spending the last four year sleeping with enough guys that she can't remember half of their names. To her credit, he was a starving artist that lived off of her paycheck and did little else to earn a living. The office manager is just now finalizing a divorce that was the result of a six year separation, with a couple of affairs and a long term sex partner thrown into the mix. She is currently dating the A/C repair man who is apparently well endowed, not that I've checked. Other than that she is pretty normal. There have been a rotating cast of gay men that have floated through the office trying their hand at being brokers. Mostly, they get tired of it all and move on to other pursuits, usually younger gay men. In the back we have an alchoholic and a convicted drug dealer. The brownies that his wife bakes have certainly helped to take the edge off the current situation though. Streaming porn is highly encouraged, and nude pictures from AOL zip across the network daily. I guess you could say I wasn't taking advice from the cream of the crop. They are a great group of people to work with, and I have never said that it wasn't entertaining. They were fully in on the whole deal and constantly told me what a great thing it was that I was doing. Wow, sounds pretty fucked up doesn't it? Needless to say I had nothing to worry about from them... 6:09:54 PM    comment [count[Macro error: Can't evaluate the expression because the name "comment" hasn't been defined.] ]

There was something... that was a bit of a problem and I knew would continue to be a problem with the object of my affection. Basically, her father was just like me. He had cheated on her mother and his second wife and left both of them for another woman. I assured her I wasn't like that, but who was I fooling. I had convinced myself that I could manage whatever problem that came up. I was wrong and I'm dealing with that fallout now.  Actually I brought most of this on myself without needing too, but that is better saved for later. 5:50:50 PM    comment [count[Macro error: Can't evaluate the expression because the name "comment" hasn't been defined.] ]

I Would... go shopping or go rent a movie just to get some time to talk with her. She lived over three hours away, but she might as well have been next door. I think what sealed the emotional deal for me was when she was trying to close on her new house. The person buying her old house lost his financing at the last moment. I jumped and helped to save the day. I arranged investors that we use here to help get the financing done there. Pulled strings and generally worked harder on that than most of my normal clients. From start to finished we got him to close on her house in a little over a week and a half. During that time I spent hours comforting her, listening to her cry and telling her it would be ok. But basically, I was just hoping for a miracle. It worked, and I looked like a hero. Unfortunately, she later turned out to be my kryptonite. I got more pictures and more e-mails. The pictures only got better and my spirits were soaring. She constantly talked of what it would be like when I moved there and how great we would be together. I should have stepped back there, but I found myself agreeing. About a week before we were to meet (I had arranged to be in her town on "business"), she started dreaming about me. Then she had admitted to masturbating while thinking about me. She asked me if I would do the same. This was the first time we had really brought up the sex issue. After graphic explanations of our foray into self love, many of the conversations revolved around sex for the next week. I would generally try to steer them away from that, as I didn't want any false expectations when we met. The meeting was coming and I could hardly contain myself..... 8:32:59 AM    comment [count[Macro error: Can't evaluate the expression because the name "comment" hasn't been defined.] ]

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