The perils of casual sex in an office setting
Dear Emily, I’m turning 27 in November. I am also seven months pregnant. The father is 32 years old and one of my bosses in the office. We started by
Dear Emily, I’m turning 27 in November. I am also seven months pregnant. The father is 32 years old and one of my bosses in the office. We started by
I met a guy last year at a company event. We were introduced months before that, and though I found him aloof at the time, the second meeting was different. He was flirty and made me feel special. I saw nothing wrong in gently responding to his flirting.
Making out at one of Rio de Janeiro’s alcohol-soaked Carnival street parties just got a little easier, with the debut Monday of a party dedicated to the hookup app Tinder.
Being bedridden isn’t as bad as I thought it would be, especially if one can enjoy the benefits of Korean cable TV, haha. But that’s another article that I’ll save for another time.
Two years ago, an officemate who had just broken off from her longtime boyfriend asked me to take her out to dinner. She knew I would be game as I had made passes at her. We dated for three months and got intimate—to a certain point. I knew she was not the scrupulous type, even though she is a graduate of a convent school, as she had been telling us officemates that she had gone out of town with her boyfriend a number of times. So I thought she was the promiscuous type. Anyway, she reconciled with her old boyfriend and they are now married.
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