The office slut

It was about a year ago that I first met Foot Fetish Friend. We met at work when we were on the same production/sales team at work. Our teams consist of two supervisors and then about 15 peons sitting in a horseshoe formation around the supervisor's desks. Foot Fetish Friend started our relationship by being two of the corner desks that faced each other, so we could communicate via the glass partition between us and some careful backwards writing. We soon became friends.

Anyone that knows me knows that I'm a pretty open book when it comes to my sexuality. Why should I hide it? Okay, so maybe it's not professional to talk about, but seriously, my sexuality was a lot milder than a lot of the conversations we all had that were definitely not "'HR appropriate." No one said anything to me so we all talked, I talked, Foot Fetish Friend and I talked (we were merely friends back then as he struggled in his epic fail of a relationship) and everyone seemed to get along. Seemed.

You see, no matter what masks people put on for the workplace, no one likes the office slut, regardless if she has actually done anything with a coworker or not. The men are intimidated by the confidence and the women are jealous of it. It wasn't until much later into the 6 month stretch of our time together as a team that Foot Fetish Friend told me that everyone on our team-- including the head supervisor-- had expressed a concern that I was paying too much attention to him and that they didn't want to see me ruin his relationship with his girlfriend. I was very upset when I found out. As I mentioned before, no one had said anything to me.

I certainly felt the ostracism though. No one came to my desk on breaks to chat except Foot Fetish Friend. The head supervisor moved everyone's desks around and put Foot Fetish Friend and I on opposite sides of the room. It was certainly shitty, to say the least.

Let's fast forward a little, to the last month or so that the team was together before we broke up and went to other teams. Foot Fetish Friend, after a lot of contemplation and talking it over finally broke it off for good with his girlfriend when he found her on a personals website. Poor guy at that point hadn't had sex in ages and was hungry. One day on our lunch break we snuck off to KFC for some popcorn chicken and the super tall snow banks in the parking lot. We didn't have sex, but as Borat would say, we had some "sexy times, yes."

Sex didn't actually come until the shift change. Foot Fetish Friend and three of our coworkers followed our old supervisor to her new shift. For a little while, since our lunches overlapped, I would sit with them at lunch, until it was clear I was being patently ignored. Again, they ganged up on him, until finally he confessed that yes, we had sex. (And yes, when I say they, I include the supervisor too, hateful bitch. I really wish I could have gotten her fired.) Their reactions? "Ew" and "I hope you used a condom!"

I may talk a big game, but did I ever give any indication that I was not clean, that I wasn't safe? No. I was really hurt and really, really angry. He defended me multiple times and shouldn't have had to. I'm not a bad person, but when you open yourself up, people will find the bad and overlook the good. Oh well. That particular supervisor doesn't work there any more (voluntarily, ugh) and of two of the individuals in question that backed Foot Fetish Friend in a corner, one seems... okay with it. Maybe it's because Foot Fetish Friend showed him a nude of me... ha!

So, before just judging the office slut, stop to think, there's a person in there. Now, if she's a skeezy skank of a person, ostracize away. But if she's a good person (and a good cook, cough) get to know her. She just might make you banana bread.