Fishing off the Company Pier

I will admit, as many times as girls in SF (myself included) like to blame awful dates on the men who seem to be ruined by  the "Peter Pan" Syndrome, it honestly is not always their fault when a date goes south.  Some times, just like this story, I am definitely the guilty party.

A few years ago, when I was brand spanking new to my company and all the men in it looked better than a free for all at a buffet, I happened to embark on the biggest no-no anyone can make.  I tried to date a coworker.

In light of my recent hire at my job, a happy hour was arranged for my arrival, where almost everyone on our floor would head out to a local bar, all to welcome me to the company. One co-worker in particular would make little excuses to come talk to me or flirt, and would ask me out for lunch or drinks on occasion, but nothing too major. I was hoping this work outing would be the perfect time to solidify things a little more between the two of us.

For my welcome party everyone young or essentially everyone who just liked to drink, headed out to a near by bar.  Since my department is pretty much made up of mostly guys, (I mean common, I work in tech support) that was basically all that attended, which means almost all wanted to "welcome" me to the company with a shot.  I blame it on my Santa Barbara ways, but it is really hard to let any drink go untouched, especially a free one. After a few hours worth of celebratory drinks and shots,  I told my co-worker who I liked, that I wasnt feeling so hot.  As he looked at me and probably saw me with half closed eyes, staggering back and forth, he did the only nice thing he could, and offered to take me back to his place since it was only a few blocks away.  He helped me back as best as he could.  When we were in the safety of his apartment, I threw up...on myself.  If my new coworkers mission was to see me get plastered, they had greatly accomplished what they set their minds too.  He told me where his bathroom was, and I went to shower off.  When I staggered back, he had a T-shirt and shorts laid out for me to change into. He muttered something about it only being 8:30pm and him going back out.  I waved him away and barely made it into the new clothes and his bed before passing out.

I woke up from a dead sleep to someone moving.  I had my arms around someone and I was definitely acting as the big spoon.  The room was pitch black and I had absolutely no clue where I was.  I turned to my left and was able to get a good glimpse at the person laying next to me, only to find to my astonishment that it was a girl. I sat up abruptly and in a daze, to basically say where the F$%& am I?  her response was "you were snoring and cuddling me, I thought you were my roommate, who sometimes climbs into my bed drunk." Since I couldnt pin point what exactly happened before this point, I asked her to name who her roommates were since trying to think made a sharp pain ring in my head.  When she finally names off my coworker, the light bulb goes off.  I let her know thats who I remember coming with.  She starts laughing, and offers to take me back to his room since I have absolutely no clue which one is his, and I dont really want to climb in bed with another random girl and officially get named the creeper of the house.  She leads me by the hand back to his room, opens the door and I walk in.   I glance at the clock, it was 3am which means he had definitely gotten home from the bar and must have realized the girl he put to bed was no longer there.  Obviously I was real enthused by the lack of his concern.  When I bring this up to him, he said he figured I couldn't have gone to far since I left all my clothes and purse there, and figured I would show up somewhere, eventually.  

The next morning I couldn't hustle out of his place fast enough.  I was terrified to face his roommate who I had essentially tried to take advantage of.  After that night, his flirts turned into just cordial "hello's".  I did not blame him in the least.