The Devil(s) wears Dockers®

Apparently, the company I used to work for is excellent for breeding (or attracting) horny, shameless, cheating bastards. Luckily, I came to fully realize this after I left. I wonder if it's not the company, but the career that makes them that way. I mean, it can't be coincidence that three men working for the same company have come on to female co-workers.

First, there was Tom. He's Canadian (those Canadians are sneaky!) and was hired to facilitate training sessions. He's not a bad-looking guy, but I think he knows it. A female co-worker, Liz, was chosen to go out to support the facilitators at a particular training session. During their down time, Tom began flirting with Liz. And then at dinner, Tom's hand did a little exploring on Liz's leg. And then after drinks...well, we'll just call him the Caustic Cassanova. Apparently, he hasn't figured out the "gentle" part of gentleman. Oh, and he "forgot" to mention his girlfriend, whom Liz found out about after overhearing Tom talk about her.

Then we have Dick. He is the VP of the company. Like Tom, Dick is not a bad-looking guy and he definitely knows it. It had been an age-old question whether he hooked up with a young female co-worker years before. No one ever knew for sure, but it wasn't much of a surprise when Dick's wife accused him of having a less than professional relationship with a different female co-worker. There is no proof of him being unfaithful, but judging by the way he acted with this particular co-worker, I'd bet money on the fact that something unprofessional happened between them.

Lastly, we have Harry. I've always gotten along wonderfully with him. We still keep in touch even though I no longer work for the company, so I was excited to hear he was visiting. We made plans to meet up, along with one of his buddies, for sushi and drinks. Hours later and drunker than hell, we ended up back at Harry's friend's house. Earlier at the bar, we had played trivia and made bets. I had to hold up my end of the bet, so there I was doing a naked cannonball into the pool. Harry and his friend followed suit. Before I know it, Harry's friend is trying to get me to sleep in his bed, Harry rescues me, and I wake up with just my underwear on. Luckily, I remembered most of what happened and thanks to Harry's semi-conscience nagging him about his girlfriend, we didn't do anything (too) sexual.

I'm not sure if it's the company, the career, or similar mentalities, but these guys all share some common thread. Maybe they've adopted the "different zip code, not cheating" attitude. Or maybe they have the "new toy" obsession (Dick has gone through a lot of cars). In any case, I find it more humorous than anything. Maybe they should start warning all future female employees to stay away from the "gleesome threesome."