Working with a wide variety of personalities and people has its moments.Some of the people I work with have even started dating one another, except me, who still have dumb schoolgirl crushes on the men I like.

Personally, I don't like to mix business with pleasure. I actually think that you can't meet your soul mate at work. I rather date outside of my job.

During the time of me working on the grassroots level, I did develop a crush on two of the men I work with.

Bill was your typical Alpha male. Bill would flirt with me when there's nobody around. When I reciprocated, he found the perfect opportunity to complain about me flirting with him or trying to get his attention. Finlay, he came up to me and told me the reason he flirted with me. He wanted to see would I flirt back with him. That was how he figures out which girl was serious about her mind and not on sex. He went on to say that he knew right away that I would fall for his little scheme. When he went off to Los Angeles, I worked on a project to get over his cruel intention.

Enter Michael. He came out here from Los Angeles and was my roommate for over a year. I had sworn off trying to be friends with men at that point. We were only to work with each other, nothing else. One night, he noticed that I wouldn't talk to him at all. He opened up a bottle of red wine and champagne, handed me a glass of wine, and asked me, "How did I end up in Detroit?" I was plastered after a few glasses and it's been downhill since.

A year later, Mike and I have traded double-entendres and innuendos that had everyone we worked with confused. Somewhere down the line, I did fall for him. I told a friend of mine about my dilemma and suggested that I tell Mike that I like him before it's too late. Mike and I went out for a late night dinner, complete with liquor and loud music. I was so nervous about coming clean, I ended covering up and told the half-truth. It's really bad that I didn't tell him the whole story, but he told me that he knew what I wanted to tell him.

My little infatuation with those two men is dead. I still think it was dumb of me to behave like a boy-crazy schoolgirl around those guys. I don't know what's going to happen in the future. I guess time will tell.

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