The sexual dynamic at work is pretty odd. I know everyone has had to click through two hours of online sexual harassment training, but there's definitely inappropriate behavior on both sides. I have managed to avoid all that hullabaloo -- guys know that I enjoy good conversation/friendliness but not to mess with me physically/romantically. There is one man, however, that doesn't seem to get the whole "no way in hell" vibe I emanate from all my being when he's around. He's in his 40s, a short chubby manager for something somewhere, and wears silk bright shirts to work everyday.
His latest attempt at conversation (through which I read a book):
Oblivious silk shirt guy: You on Facebook?
Dodo Bird: No [lie].
OSSG: Hmm. I like Facebook -- I use that for my networking. MySpace is for my photography. And Twitter, well, that's for my writing.
Dodo Bird: ....isn't Twitter only 40 characters or something?
OSSG: One hundred and forty.
Dodo Bird: OH. My mistake.
Luckily my boyfriend came in the other day and OSSG saw us talking, hasn't so much as looked at me since.
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