amour platonique

It would seem like it that Deanne is my current lover. Platonic lover that is.

The situation was engineered perhaps by the fact that we are on the same wavelength on a lot of things especially when pointing out each other's crap while indulging nicotine habits.

Anyhow, I thought she was being cheesy cute when she told me one time that she answered an online quiz about associating particular hues with certain real people.

I am white, she said. And that meant that our souls are bound together.

Deanne is a young widow. She was married to an airport officer who was mortally gunned down by a man who was robbing jeepney passengers.

She is also the mom of a young bright lad named Ethan who, according to her, longs to meet me.

Last week she was cheesy cute again and said that, although she loves me, she has to let me go. She told me this while I was very preoccupied with work. And, despite knowing that I need total focus when working (READS: I turn into a snob.), she went ahead and gave me that disturbing heads up.

Of course, she got my attention. Slightly. I was clueless as to what was going on; what prompted her to be the day's drama queen?

I looked at her for 10 secs, waited for her to explain but she turned away with a large pout on her face. I shrugged off what just happened and went back to my work.

Just when everything was regularly quiet, she striked again. This time, she slammed a piece of folded paper on my desk. It was a note. On the paper, there was a line where she repeated herself. The next line revealed a hint.

Ella.

I laughed it off and got back to my work.

Two minutes later, she slammed another piece of paper again. This note was now half bigger. All's not well, according to her, because ... to make it short...of Ella.

Again, I didn't take it seriously.

My bad.

She slammed a third note. This time, it was written on one bond paper. She drew a crying face and, on the bottom, she crowned herself as possessive.

That finally got my attention. I was still laughing it all off, though.

When I was about to confront her quasi-protests, my walk was intercepted by Ruthie. She stood on my way, placed both hands on her waist and said, "I hate you, Wacky."

She walked off like a little brat while I was left staring at her, the words, this is insane, ran across my mind.

So this is what happened while I was laughing off Deanne's craziness. She told Ruthie that Ella made room for herself so she could stay beside me at work. And she'd be there the entire day.

I don' know why that got her worried when we were simply working. Period.

They accused me of being too entertaining. That it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that Ella has motives that could set off the fire alarm.

Well, I thought that issue about Ella was so 3 months ago. I was wrong. Not with these ladies who don't fail to give me THAT look whenever Ella approaches and... ah whatever.

I told Deanne that I'm old for this stuff. She shooked her head and said, Wacky, ang tanga-tanga mo! Pero kung di mo pa rin ako pinansin, isang malaking kartolina na ang matatanggap mo.

Despite the jealousy, she remains extra-thoughtful and loving. I still receive surprise gifts from her every now and then.

When I think about my ex-platonic lovers, they exhibit the same behavior. They're all possessive. They also utilize different techniques to tell me that.

I never thought I'd be a possessive-magnet.

And no, it's not fun because I have to do a lot of explaining to defend myself.

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(stay indoors)

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kids should know that...

Office affairs may involve a power differential in both heterosexual and same sex liaisons. If the affair ends badly it is almost always the least powerful who gives up their job and the more powerful who stays or gets promoted out of the area as a solution. Increasingly employers will insert office romance disclosure clauses in employment contracts. Where the affair or its non-disclosure is in breach of that contract, the clandestine edge is heightened. Perversely this can increase both the excitement of the affair and the later damage to colleagiate relationships and the company's good name. A witch hunt can ensue. (wikipedia)