The Company Manager
It’s the nature of my job at a theatre that every week I work with a different company manager. This person acts as a liason between their dance company and our theatre, and last week this person happened to be tall and blonde.
We flirted at work, cautiously at first, but by the end of the week it was pretty obvious even to the people I work with that something was going on. One of my co-workers, who had worked with her before, told me that she was into me, and that when she arrived at the beginning of the week she had asked said-co-worker if there were any straight guys around. She wasn’t exactly looking for a boyfriend, she said, just, you know…had some needs that have gone unfulfilled as of late.
Cont’d…
Naturally, this is music to a young guy’s ears (especially one as adamantly single as I am), so the flirting continued. But then we discovered that we live about six blocks from each other. I told my roommate about this, and while she said I should be excited (neighborhood booty call!) I had some reservations. Surely there could be a downside to seeing someone that lives close enough to be called your neighbor?
Well, the downside showed itself the following day at work. We were flirting via email (I asked her why she was late to work, she said she had to go shopping for new underwear…I asked her if it would be inappropriate if I asked what kind), and then, out of the blue:
SHE ASKED IF I COULD DOGSIT FOR HER NEXT WEEK WHILE SHE’S OUT OF TOWN!
I am pretty much freaked out now that this girl-next-door is going to turn out to be a clingy waiting-for-me-on-my-front-porch, spread-rumors-about-me-at-work disaster, unless I am ready to move in next week and start tasting prospective wedding cakes.
Eve, can women ever really handle a true sex-only casual relationship without things turning dramatic? And is the dogsitting a sign for me to back off and look for non-commital sex elsewhere, or am I being selfishly paranoid?
