The other day I read Nobs’ question about office romance. The range of comments inspired me to tell my story.
# My Job interview Babe:
I met her when I interviewed for this job. We became sort of pals. We kept each other posted on how things went after each session.
Long story short: I got the job, she did not. We stayed in touch, and the next time there was an opening she applied. She got the job and we celebrated her joining the ‘family’, albeit in a different department.
When her then relationship hit the rocks – and I was between babes at the time – we sort of drifted toward each other.
People in her office suspected. I told two of my boys and they kept it to themselves. It was all fine and dandy. She understood the pressures of my job, and we talked about work and shared office gossip – working in different departments helped us see the larger picture of how and why things worked a certain way in the company.
Then there was an internal vacancy and she applied. I am all for following dreams, so I supported her the best I could. Watching her prepare, I knew our employers would be out of their minds not to offer her the job. Plus I heard somewhere that the best thing that can happen to a person is to have someone who believes in them. I BELIEVED IN HER.
She got the job and I was ecstatic. Then the corporate secrecy started. She had things she was not ‘at liberty‘ to discuss with me! She also joined the league of company big girls.
The last straw for me was randomly running into her at the airport. I hurried towards her. She must have felt me approaching because she turned and casually waved in my general direction, then looked right through me.
I did not break my stride as I caught up with, then overtook her, making concerted efforts to glance at my watch when I drew level with her. Me too, I was in a hurry.
# My Cross Over Babe:
I had been with the company for three years, and after my first brush with it, I gave office romance a wide berth.
I would flirt with you, Yes. But that is where I usually drew the line.
It was during the course of flirting with a colleague that another, (shaking her head) said “You are barking up the wrong tree. She is already spoken for.” Very quickly shifting gear, I said “So she is off the shelf, are you?” . We exchanged a round of banter. She was no slouch herself. Working on a different route, I did not see her for months after that.
Then one night I reported for work and found there were two ‘new’ people joining us – she was one of them.
Out of station we met up for drinks in the crew lounge. Every male colleague of mine kept hitting on her, and not too subtly. As we were both logged onto facebook, I sent her a message. “I am blowin dis grp, wanna come?”
“What do u hav in mind?” She sent back.
“A long walk, the pleasure of ur company, then we’ll see…”
She cut her eyes sideways at me, smiled, nodded almost imperceptibly then typed something. “Let me shut down my lappy. Meet u in d lobby in 5.”
I got up, told the guys I had a pretty lady who needed working tonight. This was met with howling and catcalls.
“Why did you say that?” Were the first words out of her mouth when we met up in the hotel lobby. “Because they would not think the ‘lady’ I announced was seated there with us. The aim was to deflect suspicion off you.”
I ended up spending that night, and many other nights in the warmth of her embrace. Thing was, there was something about her. She exuded insincerity. Yes, it took me hearing her moan and groan to fine tune my perception of her.
We agreed an emotional relationship was not on the cards for us. That did not stop us enjoying our sessions together – thoroughly. She once even joked about my being her booty call. And here I was thinking I was the man!
What we had lasted till I met my other cross over babe.
# My Other Cross Over Babe:
Now, I had just got promoted and part of the requirements was that I worked on the short haul.
At the time it did not seem like a promotion taking me from the more ‘prestigious’ long haul to ply ‘Onitsha-Owerri-Aba’, but then I met her, and nothing else mattered.
While she is story for another week, let me say here that I was so smitten I did not care who knew. We went almost everywhere together. Every event was an occasion to show her off.
Then it went south.
It probably could have been better handled, it probably should have. But in typical community fashion, there was meddling from all corners and things simply got messier.
There were so many versions told, and it got more interesting with each retelling. Quite frankly, I was not as bothered as I probably would have been. Chalk it down to being talked about a lot growing up.
I have heard it said that girls flirt with the dangerous boy; they do not take him home. They marry the good boy.
I have played the good boy and I know where it landed me – with the reputation of a bad boy. Not just any bad boy, but the office bad boy! So right now I am chilling and waiting to reap the fruits of my new found badness.
#Enter the Under G babe:
New to the company, she had heard about me but did not get to meet me until 3 months later. To be fair, I had heard about her too. She had the rep of being the hottest newbie.
In classic Franque style I said “Hi“, then went on to ignore her. She tried to involve me in her gist twice, and here I smiled, said “Bye“, and was gone. I knew that got her attention.
The next time I heard from her was at Christmas time. She was one of only three people to send me cards.
Last month traveling as a passenger on my flight, after the perfunctory peck on the cheek my colleagues have perfected and come to expect at every greeting, she held my face steady in her hands and pecked/kissed me on the lips. Wow! Since I was working and she was not, I let her go that day.
Then last week, I was reporting for a flight and she was leaving the office. As I was walking out the elevator she was waiting to get in. We hugged, and I aimed for her cheek. She turned her head at the last moment and the kiss landed full on her lips.
Just yesterday, during crew change, with her team getting off, and my team taking over, I blocked her off close to the toilet. Again we hugged, and when I tried to kiss her lips, she turned her cheek to me and whispered in my left ear, “You can’t do this here.”
The entire flight, I had this goofy grin on my face. I have waited two months, I am sure I can wait another week or two for the “where” and “when” to be right.
I do not know what your take on office romance is, but my current default mindset is: if a colleague shows herself to be game, I will gladly fall into temptation.
PS: I am inspired by life, love and the tumultuous experiences we go through in life and love.