I’ve been waiting for my boss to ask me out for a date. Finally it happened. He asked me if I wanted to have dinner and he said yes.
It was a warm, fragrant smelling evening last week. He took me out to a great Cajun New Orleans style restaurant, and after enjoying spicy sausage, designer martins and crème caramel we took a walk on the boardwalk. He then kissed me and asked asked me if I wanted to go to his condo for a glass of wine. Of course I agreed, and soon we ended up having sex.
The next day I woke up to a breakfast in bed (cooked by him) and a rose on my pillow. That day we went to the art gallery, shopped for a new kitchen table for his place and shared a sexy bubble bath together.
On Sunday, I asked him “should I leave?”, but he insisted I stay. He leant me his sweatshirt and we played Frisbee in the park, and then around five o clock, curled up and watched cartoons together.
Kind of sound like I had it made doesn’t it? You would think that we are now a couple right? The trouble is, that after all that, the next day we went to work and ever since he has pretended that nothing has happened. In fact I haven’t even gotten a phone call or a note telling me what’s going on. He avoids my eyes and treats me in a cold official manner. It’s like he’s never watched The Simpsons with me in his life.
All I’ve gotten is a memo asking me to please not file notes and materials in the wrong filing cabinet and an email about a new recycling program. I feel like such a fool. I would have been better off without the intimacy, than missing it like I do now. It pains me terribly to think he was just pretending to be in a relationship for those three wonderful days.
So after hearing nothing I did something I have never done before in my life and that is hire a psychic. I talked to this psychic called Samantha Stevens on Kasamba, which is a cheaper psychic chat. Like Samantha Stevens is her real name. Anyhow she was quite good. I chose her because she is in her wisdom years has written a ton of a books including one called Creating Love.
Anyhow the upshot seems to be that I fell for one of the oldest self-delusions in the world which is, according to Samantha Stevens, to assume that you are a couple if you sleep together. Apparently sleeping with a guy is next to meaningless and many guys see it as being just as important as going to the toilet.
Yet another depressing thing she told me …guys lose interest after they sleep with you. She was quoting some study.
Unfortunately I can’t express resentment because I am at my job. I don’t think I will ever sleep with the boss again. I hate dreading going to work.