I know it's fun to date someone you work with, but I'm telling you: don't do it. Sure, it gives you an extra pep in your step on your way to work and yeah, it's cute to have the office gossiping about you, but when it goes sour (or you two get caught in the copier room), you're up a creek without workman's comp.
Back in my bartending days, there was a waiter named Sean whom all the girls fell for. He knew he had it going for him at the restaurant, but honestly Sean wouldn't have had a chance in hell in the real world. A thirty-something year old waiter with two kids? Wrong. But he was cute and quite the charmer, so most of the (young) girls threw their draws at him. Not I, said the fly-ass twenty-one year old Blackie. Not even in my young and dumb days, did I break this particular rule (besides I had a boyfriend). I watched from afar as he made mince meat out of those unsuspecting girls. One got played so badly, she ended up quitting. Sean apparently liked to dabble in photography and when pics of her head game were put on display like an exhibit at the MoMA, she fled. It was sad, but honestly, she had it coming. They all did in my opinion. Why would you pee in a bucket of water that you drink from every single day? It makes no sense-especially with the number of grown men roaming this city with better jobs and no kids.
Now, if you don't care, than go there. But, there are rules to the game, and when the proverbial shit hits the fan, you're gonna wish you had an umbrella called sense. I don't do it. I barely date people in my locale for fear I'll run into them once it's over. However, there are exceptions to every rule and even I've gone rogue from time to time. I broke my rule once. He was a fine ass trainer at my neighborhood Equinox. Sigh...He was totally worth it, but I still miss my gym.
Blackie Collins is a Manhattan turned LA girl with a big heart and a closet full of girly things like skirts and heels. She loves laying on the beach, dogs with people names like Linda, hoop earrings, and sky-high platform heels. When she isn't writing, she can be found scouring blogs, brunching with friends, or enjoying happy hour at any hour of the day. Her true passion is boys. It is perhaps the reason she can't get anything done. She lives in a great, rent controlled apartment with a great, uncontrolled dog. She has quite a few parking tickets, and dreams of the day DVF or YSL decide to slum it with a line in Target. Get it in with her at http://thatbitchstolemyline.com, email her at firstname.lastname@example.org, or follow her on Twitter @blackiecollins.