One of my current jobs is in retail and as a tried and true lifer at my brand (Yipee!), I often get sent out to help visual merchandise at stores undergoing re-models or having special corporate visits. Last week I got farmed practically out of the five boroughs to help get things ship-shape after a re-model. That’s where I met Swag.
I was crouching down to get something out of my bag, when I felt someone come up next to me. I panned to the left and was met with a sick pair of Dr. Marten’s which my brain immediately registered as impossible to belong to someone who actually worked at this location. (See the thing is, not to be rude but, us city kids stick out when we get too far from our home. We may represent the same brand but Manhattanites just do it with a little more style.) Letting my gaze travel up, I locked eyes with Swag. We didn’t even speak until later on that day, but we ended up spending our lunch break together, and it was quickly clear that as different as we may be, we saw right through each other.
Swag grew up in Brooklyn, dropped out of college and is an aspiring rapper. Oh and a true ladies man. He slept his way through his female co-workers at his last job and can charm like a motherfucker, but somehow recognized that in me he might’ve met his match. A babyfaced, white girl from might-as-well-be-the-Midwest with a heart of gold and a smile to match. When I first got to my current store, I could hardly blink my eyes without hearing a comment about how gorgeous they were. Needless to say not sleeping my way through the, at the time, very attractive stock team was quite difficult… so I may have partially gave in. Before our break ended he got my number and made sure we had Facebooked (how did we survive pre-smartphone?) each other before we parted ways after work. The next day I informed my Life Twin that I felt like that Swag would be a bit of a challenge but I was going to make it happen. There was zero interest in anything more than sex, but curiosity always gets the best of me.
Today marks a week since we met. The first day I woke up to a “Good Morning” text and the next few days were filled with brief exchanges. It took four days for him to come right out and say he wanted to sleep with me. In fact it almost happened that night, but for the fact that at our home stores we seem to work clashing schedules and can’t seem to find a decent chuck of time to meet up. The last three days have been filled with innuendos and attempts to find time, no nude photos (much to HIS disappointment) but many a sexy and suggestive text and/or image have been exchanged.
Then tonight it hit me for the first time, is this actually a terrible idea? I mean we don’t technically work together, but we might have to again in the future. It’s obviously just going to be sex, but I always seem to get my feelings hurt even when I’m not interested in the other person. I like Swag. He’s sarcastic and overly confident, intelligent but just a little stupid, and he is actually kind of talented… I even want to help him out if I can. So to fuck or not to fuck… that is the question.
Well lets be honest, we’re fucking.