Roommate Rachel and her friend believe it is vital to have an office flirt, to make the tedious moments at work more bearable. I enjoy my job most of the time, so I haven't felt a pressing need for such a thing--or rather, person--but I see where they're coming from. I just don't work in a company where there are a lot of straight, single men.
However. There's this one guy. I'll call him Coworker Campbell. I see him around a lot, but never had any interraction beyond getting directions to somebody's office from him last week. Cute. Seemingly-straight.
Yesterday, I emailed him to ask a work-related question. What started out as a professional exchange quickly turned into playful banter. Polly affirmed what I detected in the emails: flirting. Under-the-radar flirting, flirting-with-a-lowercase-"f", but flirting all the same.
It was great fun and made for a breezy afternoon at work. I always feel too guilty to flirt with other men when I'm seeing someone, but I like to think of myself as pretty decent at it, so it was lovely to return to fine flirting form.
As luck would have it, both Coworker Campbell and I ended up at a going away drinks thing for a fellow coworker. We were the only two smokers in the bunch, so we took cigarette breaks together and had a few mini-conversations outside. In person, he's considerably more subdued and even a little shy. We didn't have a deep and meaningful connection, but it made for a pleasant night out.
There has been a little more email banter today. I think that's as far as I want to take it. In the past, I have thrown myself myself back in the dating pool after a breakup and suffered the consequences. This time around, I'm going to take baby steps. I'm in a good headspace at the moment and I'd like to keep it that way. Exchanging witty emails with a cute coworker is enough for me.