This post started as an exploration of the creepiest places to hit on women, but in light of a few recent events, it turned into a brutal expose on the creepiest of all the social networks. And by expose I mean a rant spurred by my personal experiences on the site. As well as this shining example of why there’s no escaping dudes who feel it is their right to comment on the appearance of complete strangers.
The 50s were a better time. Women didn’t have real roles in the workplace and once the ring hit their finger they were out. Safely relegated to home in their position as an actual wife. Now, they overstay their welcome and brazenly make a real contribution to the team. All this collaboration leads to interpersonal connections, which, after 40 plus hours a week, morph into a relationship. A relationship that quickly becomes the much talked about faux marriage.
Two years ago today I made a horrible, no good, very bad decision. I was a dirty bird who fouled my own nest. Dipped my pen in the company ink. Messed around with the help. Or I guess he did…Whatever, I’ll speak plainly, I made out with my boss. You have to understand. It was an incredibly romantic setting. I couldn’t help myself.
To be completely honest, I must admit that prior to being laid off, unemployment was an mark in the con column of my dating pro con lists. Even if it wasn’t an instant deal breaker, it didn’t bode well for the potential romantic interest. If someone didn’t have a big boy job or any job for that matter (or was at least in school working toward a degree that would garner him this grown up position), he obviously lacked the drive and ambition I find attractive. Now that I find myself on the other side of this unfortunate situation, I see it a little bit differently—and am slightly ashamed of my former stance.
I've talked about my moments of weakness in the past. Those times when my world comes down and I want nothing more than to curl up in the arms of someone who loves me. Someone in whom I can find security. That longing hit me hard when I lost my job last week. I had been so focused on being independent and taking care of myself that I didn’t realize how quickly it could unravel. One of the first things that crossed my mind, I’m ashamed to say, was wishing I was married.
I know I spend a lot of time lamenting the drawbacks of being single, however, today I recognized one of the benefits of being single in a work world where I am surrounded by married individuals. My boss pulled me into his office because he was looking for some insight. As the resident young single, I can offer a perspective my coworkers can’t. I represent a different target demographic and have the time to experience more things in the community, giving me a professional advantage in a sense.
