Nov. 19th, 2004

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Last night I let myself get dragged to Baptiste Power Yoga (kind of Ashtanga, but more so; hotter room, more athletic) by a co-worker (henceforth CW). I was wondering whether I would bump into people I knew. I did.

One was someone I knew years ago from the SCA, and have occasionally bumped into at Fetish Fleas. CW knows I was in the SCA, considers it a bit weird, but he's a geek so he basically gets it. The flea was mentioned as "the flea".

Another was someone I know from CI (henceforth R). I'm a little leery of my co-workers knowing that I dance. I'm not too worried, but I haven't mentioned it to people, even when asked "so what are you doing tonight?". Just general "I don't want people to think of me as weird in a situation where them thinking so might make me unemployed".

The thing is, I've been flirting with R for a couple of months now (less so lately as I don't care for her evident taste in snuggle-bunnies (but then, to be fair, some of the otherwise smartest women fall for this guy. I'm convinced that he either gets much saner in bed, or he has a prehensile penis.)), and I really don't want that whole poly thing getting around the office. I could live with the social aspects of it, but the imminent unemployment aspects would bother me. Plus I start getting a whole "none of their business" kind of ornery.

CW has met my wife in passing, so he knows I have one, and what she looks like. He knows it isn't R. I'm reasonably sure he didn't catch the flirt-energy (I made sure to introduce him to R quickly as "my co-worker", and R is generally pretty aware). I even think that CW wouldn't pass such gossip around if he did catch on. It just felt odd...

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