It’s official, I’m a homewrecker. Ready for the irony? The homewrecking event wasn’t romantic, lascivious, or even vaguely adulterous (as far as I’m concerned, anyway). Not that I’m blameless. I’m sure I was, at the very least, negligent.
The Irrationals are men at work, mainly litigators in a law firm, on whom I develop absolutely unreasonable crushes.
Yes. I said it. Girlfriend. We’ve been dating for over four months, and I haven’t slept with anyone else yet.
Male law firm partners are awkward, middle-aged, sex-starved men who tend to mistake my professional attentiveness for flirtation
I’m in love with this senior associate I’m working with. He’s super-cute, super-smart and super-married.