Of course, I pretty much instantly fell for one of the chefs—he was 10 years older than me, but he was hot, super tall, and always made me laugh.
She told me over WhatsApp that it was too overwhelming for her to tell people, to be honest about who she was, and ultimately who I still am.
Now, I'm perpetually turned on by the idea of hooking up with a coworker.
He could have gotten fired—or worse—for that.
Interestingly enough, everyone was cool with it, because we kept things professional.
We flirted the whole night, casually touching each other and basically saying we were into each other.
After the breakup, one of my new coworkers—who started on the same day as me—was really supportive and included me in all of his plans, to make sure I never felt alone.
Too bad there aren't many single men hanging around my office.