Memoirs of a single woman.

Miranda – Monday 8:30 am

I am sitting at my desk with my cubbie walls surrounding me.  I hear my cubbie mate Ethan typing away.

“Good morning Ethan.  How was you weekend?”, I ask not really caring being I am caught up in my own little head drama at the moment.

“Good, good”, he says and adds, “Why are you here so early?”

I tell him that my boss, who normally works out of town from our office, will be here shortly to go over upcoming projects for a few of our clients.

The thing that Ethan didn’t know is I was actually really nervous to see Greg and it wasn’t because of any projects we had going on.  The last time I saw him we were on a trip in Atlanta to present an ad campaign for a new client.  Well, good news was the presentation went really well and the client agreed to sign a contract right there.  (Not something that usually happens in our industry.)  After we left the clients office, Greg suggested going to dinner to celebrate our success.  Knowing I didn’t have much choice in the matter, I told him that would be a great idea.  Not that I didn’t want to go to dinner, but since when is going to dinner with your boss an option?

Greg chose some upscale swanky restaurant that would no doubt be charged to the company.  That was fine with me.  I always enjoyed a nice restaurant and even the company of my boss from time to time.  We had a pretty good working relationship, and a few drinks in both of us always lightened the mood.  This night was no different except the conversation got a little too personal.  Greg must have had a recent quarrel in his always dramatic marriage because he was telling me how lucky I was to not be married. 

After we went through a few more dozen reasons to why I should never get married, Greg decided he needed to know what was going on in my exciting single life.  I don’t understand why the marrieds’ find the life of single people so fascinating.  Sometimes I feel I am a movie star with my married friends and they are always tuning in to Miranda’s Single life to find out who she slept with last weekend or what guy stood her up once again.  It’s as if the marrieds forget that they were single once too.

At this point in the night, I would not admit to anyone how many grey goose/cranberry’s I have had.  I also just realize that my boss has ordered shots for us.  After we do our shots, Greg looks at me and says he wants me to come up to his room with him.  And I know it isn’t to go over our notes from the presentation.  Not really sure how to respond, (I guess I missed that rule book about ‘100 Ways to Respond when your Married Boss Hits on you’) I stare at him in shock realizing that this is just my luck. 

After some hesitation, since this was the best offer I have had in months, I politely declined.
And I didn’t decline because of his wife; I declined because of my heart.  I wasn’t going to go down that path.  So, we ended our evening drunk and tripping to our hotel room.  Up the elevator, me on the 2nd floor, Greg on the 4th.  The next morning we missed each other because his flight was at 6 am.  I luckily didn’t fly out until 10 am which gave me ample time to call my girlfriends and tell them of my latest drama.

This would be our first reunion from that magical night.  I wanted to minimize any awkwardness at all even though it is hard to imagine that he would be feeling the same way.  Knowing my boss, he probably forgot.  I did say there were shots involved, but for some reason it really bothered me.  I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I had my first encounter with getting hit on by a married or was it that maybe I had feelings there that I didn’t want to admit.  Well, now was not the time to start thinking deep or analyzing a situation that was nothing.  I had to finish up with some emails.