Shitting where you eat

Surprisingly, work has suddenly become a place to pick up guys. I say surprisingly because everyone here is old. Even the young people. The coworkers at an old job used the labels "old 30" and "young 30" to describe what I mean. While almost all 20 year-olds there were single, lived in or close to the city, and attended happy hours, only some of the 30 years-olds were similarly situated. Hence young 30 to describe the people who weren't way out in the suburbs with spouses or kids who no longer had a social life.

In the year and a half I've been working this job, I've only met one other young 30 person. I'm going off on a tangent because this is a good story. He was leading a training given to new employees. One of the other trainers was an older woman who kept trying to set us up. She would start extolling his good points to me every time we got near each other. Which would have been fine except this guy was currently playing Brad in a production of Rocky Horror Picture Show and was a really snazzy dresser. Awkward. I wonder if she ever figured out she was trying to set me up with a gay guy.

Anyway, I started a flirtation with a guy who sits near me and eventually he asked me out. This is was a big step for me, because he is old. Like in his 40s old. This has its advantages. He literally wined and dined me, but since he's so much older (and consequently farther along in his career), I didn't feel guilty about him picking up such a large check.