It never ceases to amuse me when I’m romantically linked to one of my guy friends.
My office is composed of 7 rooms, with about twice that many desks. There are 12 of us in the area — 10 people in my group, a contractor manager, and his administrative assistant, Tracy. At the 5K on Saturday, Rich and I ran into the contractor manager who had also done the race.
Today he told Tracy that he’d seen us, and that there was apparently some inter-office dating going on between Rich and “that girl who sits on the other side of the wall from you.”
I am amused.
