Tradesmen Who’ve Gotten A Special "Intimate" Offer On The Job, And Why Did You Accept/Decline?

Tradesmen Who’ve Gotten A Special "Intimate" Offer On The Job, And Why Did You Accept/Decline?

Not every job is just about fixing things—sometimes, it comes with unexpected perks… or problems. 🚨

In this episode, we asked real tradespeople—plumbers, electricians, handymen, and more—to share the most shocking, bizarre, and personal "offers" they’ve ever received while working in someone’s home. Some declined. Others didn’t.

🔧 You'll hear:

The homeowner who offered more than just coffee

What made one tradesman say yes—and what happened next

Why another immediately walked off the job

The ethical gray areas and awkward escapes

These aren’t just wild stories—they’re glimpses into the awkward, human moments that happen in everyday places.

Content Warning: Mature themes, adult situations, and graphic language. Listener discretion advised.

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tradesmen confessions, NSFW tradesman stories, job site offers, podcast adult humor, real tradesmen experiences, handymen stories, plumbers shocking moments, electrician podcast, unexpected client propositions, awkward job site stories

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Tradesmen who've gotten a special after hours offer on the job.
Did you drill that drywall? Story? One I used to
install home internet in rural areas. One day, I showed
up for an installation just as the husband was leaving
after his lunch. He was in a good mood and
we chatted for a moment. He let me know the

(00:20):
place wasn't locked, his wife was home, and that I
could just start the installation. I began with the outdoor part,
then went inside to finish up. It was a beautiful
old farmhouse, so I took my time and made sure
the installation was as clean and unobtrusive as possible. A
few minutes after I started working inside, the wife came

(00:40):
out of the bedroom, all done up in lingerie and makeup.
I had my phone out to use as a flashlight,
so I quickly started recording audio because I figured things
were about to get weird. I really didn't want to
have to explain to the husband why his wife was
standing there with so little clothes, her package hanging out
of a cupless bra, full makeup, except especially since he

(01:01):
looked like he could pick up a round bail on
his own. Despite about ten minutes of flirting I've ever
been subjected to. I made it out of there with
the install done. Their device is set up, and I
was sitting across from the wife running a speed test
from her husband's laptop. It was at this point that
I got an idea, A sneaky, clever and brilliant idea.

(01:24):
See I've been using the line, ma'am, I have to
finish this install or my boss will be wondering what's
taking so long the whole time. She thought that meant
I'd be down to clown around after the install with
a little leading. She told me her husband usually gets
home at seven and does nothing but sit on the
computer instead of giving her what she deserves. Perfect So

(01:45):
I quickly made a little bat file to do the
following one. Start a three hour timer so it would
time out around eight pm. Two. After the timer was up,
display a message on the computer saying, your wife tried
to cheat on you with me. I have an audio
recording as proof. My number is X the Internet guy.
I then got the signature that the install was done,

(02:08):
went to put away my tools, threw everything into the
back of my work truck, and hauled ass like a
bat out of hell. I quickly called my boss and
explained everything. He thanked me for the heads up and
assured me the company's reputation was covered. At nine pm,
I got a phone call. At nine point fifteen, I
sent the recording. At midnight, I got a text saying

(02:30):
thank you for letting me know. As it turns out,
she was also sleeping with my brother. Freaking hell. Before
we continue, do us a quick favor. Smash that like
button and subscribe to support our channel. Story two. I
delivered pizzas for a local mom and pop pizza shop
more than thirty years ago. There was one house that

(02:51):
would call in orders and the other drivers would openly
argue over whose turn it was to deliver to this address.
Being the new guy on the crew, I never got
the chance, nor would they tell me what the deal was,
so my imagination ran wild. Well, one day, the stars
aligned and I finally got the opportunity. To my disappointment,

(03:11):
it turned out that the deal was that it was
an older gentleman who lived alone and offered one hundred
dollars tip for you to watch corn and diddle yourself
while he watched. So I sold an old guy a
phone at a store. I worked at and he was
talking about how he needed help at his house and
asked me if I could help him. Thinking he's an
old man who probably needs help moving stuff, I asked

(03:31):
what kind of help he needed. He then took a
quick look around and said, I'll give you one hundred
dollars if you let me play with your dong a
little bit. I declined. He raised his offer. I still declined.
I did call my girlfriend and let her know to
change her attitude because I got options and people are
willing to pay. Story three. I used to work for

(03:52):
a big pest control company. We typically kept our same
routes so people would have a familiar face before looking
at every corner of your home. I decided that I
wanted to get my license and start my own business. Somehow,
some of my regulars happened to hear about this, and
somehow got hold of my number. I obviously didn't give
them this information. As a non competition agreement for bait it,

(04:14):
I had to wait six months before seeing these ex regulars.
After those six months were up, I gave them all
a callback. I have two particularly friendly clients. One of
them baked me cookies to celebrate my return the other
one offered me her cookie. I was single at the time,
figured heck why not post nut clarity struck hard on

(04:35):
that one. That one act gave her so much damn
power over me. I knew I'd be hearing from her
again with some crazy stuff holding this over my head.
Sure enough, I got a call back from her after
two days. I thought this was the end. Heart racing,
brain running, anxiety rising, already negotiating in my head, thinking
she was going to demand free pest control or something crazy. Nope,

(04:59):
it was an infest of ghost dance. I showed up
and there was no infestation. She came up to me
and I pulled away, said we need to talk, just
to get on the same page. Turns out she just
wanted a no strings attached thing that went on for
about six months until she moved out of the area.
She wanted to know if I'd still do her house
and her four hours away. Had to turn that one down.

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It could have been a huge screw up, but turned
out to be pretty fun. Story four. When I was
about fifteen, I started getting my hair cut by this
stunning blonde woman in her mid thirties. She was always
super friendly, gave me fashion tips, advice on how to
carry myself, and generally just helped boost my confidence. Over

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the years, we got to know each other better. She'd
talk about her kids and bits of her personal life
during my appointments, and I really appreciated her support during
those years. Fast forward to when I was nineteen. I
had just moved out of a toxic home situation and
was trying to balance community college with finding odd job.
I mentioned this to her during a haircut, and she

(06:03):
offered to pay me to paint her kid's room with
some themed art from a kid's show. It sounded easy enough,
so I agreed. The first day, which was a Friday,
I came over and spent the evening taping, sketching, and
putting on the first coat of paint. She left part
way through to pick up her kids, and I went home.
The next day, I came back early and noticed her

(06:24):
kids weren't there again. She said they were staying at
their grandparents place so she could help me work faster.
We spent the day painting and talking. Nothing unusual, just
good conversation. On Sunday, I showed up to finish the
job again, no kids around. About an hour in I
casually asked if her husband was working or something, because

(06:45):
I hadn't seen him the entire time. That's when she
told me they were getting divorced, and it turns out
he'd been cheating on her for most of their relationship,
even dating back to high school. She said she remembered
me telling her a couple of years ago that I'd
been cheated on it high school too, and hoped i'd understand.
I told her I was sorry to hear that, and
reassured her that she hadn't made things awkward at all.

(07:07):
After we finished cleaning up, she paid me and then
asked if I wanted to hang out for a bit
and get some pizza to thank me. Sounded good to me,
so I stuck around. She asked if I had a
change of clothes to avoid getting paint everywhere, and even
offered me a shower. I thought that was a bit
odd at first, but I went along with it. We
ended up just chilling, eating pizza and watching a movie.

(07:29):
She stepped away to use the bathroom, then called me
to help her with something. When I walked down the hallway,
she was standing there in lingerie and kissed me. We
spent the rest of the day in her bedroom banging. Afterward,
we agreed to keep things casual and fun between us.
That arrangement lasted almost two years until she moved away
to be closer to family. I still think about her sometimes.

(07:52):
She helped me through some rough patches just by being there.
I've had similar offers over the years, but never took them.
She was different, and I don't regret a thing. Story five.
I had a summer job in college selling textbooks, Bibles,
and Bible accessories door to door in some suburbs on
the other side of the country. I was twenty. This
girl answered the door. Now, at this point I had

(08:14):
been having a lot of success schmoozing, selling, and sometimes
even flirting with the housewives and young moms, the target demographic.
You make any kind of physical move on a wife
and door mom, though all the neighbors will gossip and
you might as well pick up your bag and go
to the next town. Still, it felt amazing, and my
ego was hugely inflated when this girl answered the door.

(08:36):
Though it burst apart. I was floored, beautiful, absurdly so
tightus little sleeping shorts. I swear she was a ten
out of ten and I don't even know if any
of that is true, because it was one of those
things that's just such an overwhelming attraction that you can
even think objectively at all. I did my most stand
up comedy version of the pitch, which really was getting giggles.

(08:58):
She went to a rival college a few hours from mine,
and we talked crap back and forth. We spoke on
her porch for like twenty minutes, and she said I
should come to this block party thing on Saturday. Said
it was totally lame, but that she'd tell people I
was her friend and maybe I could sell some of
them because their guard would be down. She gave me
a blowy in her parents den at like eleven am

(09:19):
Saturday morning, and we banged later that night and more.
I basically didn't work for a week and a half.
It was extra thrilling because we both perceived it as
scandalous it wasn't, and went way over the top with
sneaking visits and clandestine excursions. We hooked up a few
times over the next years and dated seriously after college
for a year or two. It wasn't a great relationship,

(09:40):
but I clung to that memory of her leaning against
the doorframe, giggling, her getting me a five hundred bucks commission,
and her slurping my yogurt. Story six. I was painting
a house once, doing prep work in the master bedroom
when I came across something I'd never seen before, a
vision board. Being Mexican, I wasn't familiar with the concept,

(10:01):
so I was honestly a little flabbergasted. It was covered
in pictures of couples making out with words like romance, love,
and happiness written all over it. While I was standing
there just kind of taking it in, the homeowner this
woman walked into the closet, saw me looking at her
vision board, and immediately flipped it over without saying much.
From that point on, things got weird. For the next

(10:23):
few hours. She just followed me around the house while
I worked, pointing out little spots that needed touch ups,
even when they really didn't. The whole time, she was
being super flirty, like overtly flirty. At one point she
even asked, dead serious, would you mind me on top
I kind of froze. Meanwhile, the house had pictures of
her husband everywhere, and there were cameras in every room,

(10:46):
so I knew that if I so much as humored her.
It could blow up in my face. The next day,
I showed up for work like normal, but my boss
pulled me aside. He told me that the husband had
been watching the security cameras and wasn't happy with what
he saw, and he didn't want me working in his
house anymore. Somehow my boss convinced him to let me
come back just to finish the job. But man, the

(11:07):
tension in that house was unreal. I've never felt so
much tension in my life, and I've also never been
so sure that doing nothing was absolutely the right call.
Story seven. I was offered a four way while delivering
a pizza. I declined because I had a partner. One
girl was on the bed moving all what she thought
was hot. I was literally backed up into the corner

(11:29):
in their room. The room was by the entrance, and
I went in there because there was a party in
the apartment and I thought they wanted to keep their
pizza hidden. Turns out one of the girls had a
camera and was ready to take a picture of me
on clothed to try to leverage a free pizza. That
same week, I delivered a pizza to a dude with
two absolutely stunning and half dressed girls in his apartment.

(11:52):
That was the real three way. It was pretty hot.
No one offered me anything at that time. Story eight.
Not trade, but in my late teens, my friend and
I used to fix computers for people in our fairly
posh neighborhood. This was the early two thousands, so mostly
removing adwear, upgrading a hard drive and all that. The

(12:12):
client was in her late thirties maybe early forties, stay
at home type. I'm sure her husband was working. Most
people would kind of leave you to do your thing,
but she rolled her pilates ball up beside me, sat
there the whole time, chatting and bouncing very suggestively. Every
time I pointed something out on the computer, she'd lean
in way unnecessarily and steady herself on my leg, always lingering,

(12:35):
making sure I got a good look down her top.
I remember thinking it wasn't enough that I could have
uped the stakes without potentially having read the situation wrong
and being a total creep. In hindsight, it was a
sure thing. Maybe she just got off on making me
sit there with a stiffy for an hour. Anyway, as
professional as I am, I wasn't biting strictly business ma'am.

(12:57):
Story nine, there was a guy at my last job
who got propositioned on the job by a housewife during
a repair. He accepted, thinking it would be an awesome experience,
and it was until she called the office later and
said that they could either toss their invoice or she'd
go to the cops and get an essay kit done.
They knew he'd been blackmailed, but they were still out

(13:20):
thousands of dollars and risked having their installer be publicly
accused of SA which would kill the business since its
home repair, so they threw away the invoice and fired him.
Don't do it, guys, it's not worth it. Story ten.
I used to teach martial arts and one day a
student's mom approached me asking about private lessons for both

(13:42):
her and her son. Totally normal request, so I said sure,
we could talk about setting something up, But then she
asked if we could meet at a Barnes and Noble
instead of the school, because she'd be too busy to
talk there. I didn't think much of it at the
time and figured maybe she just preferred a quieter place
to go for the details, so I agreed. I show

(14:03):
up at Barnes and noble at the agreed time, and
it's just her, no son, no mention of scheduling. We
start chatting, and almost immediately she shifts the conversation away
from martial arts. At one point, she casually asks me
what I think about older women. I kind of awkwardly replied,
I guess they're older, trying not to read too much

(14:23):
into it. Then she straight up asks if I want
to come back to her house. I politely declined and
told her I was only there to discuss the lessons.
I thought that was the end of it, but nope,
next thing I know, she calls the martial arts school
I worked for and accuses me of asking her out
and making inappropriate advances. Luckily, I had saved all the

(14:45):
texts where she had asked me to meet outside the
school and set up the whole thing. Showed everything to
my boss and cleared my name. Story eleven. I was
starting my auto detailing business and was trying hard to
make a good impression. During one of my the first
few jobs, the client's daughter came home from the gym
and started giving me a hard time. Immediately, she kept

(15:06):
making comments like damn, now that's a hard working man.
Right there, yum and eyed me inappropriately. She brought me
an ice cold beer and cooled her cleavage with it
before handing it to me. Kept walking around pretending to
do stuff in the garage and front yard, and would
slap my rear every time she walked by. She wouldn't
stop bothering me and told me how she had all

(15:28):
this energy after the gym and needed to use it
up somehow. When I was close to finishing, she started
suggesting I come up and take a shower and she
would give me a detail. I was stunned. I told
her that it was highly inappropriate. Even though the client
is my future father in law, it still doesn't give
me an excuse to fraternize. I ended up losing that argument.

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Story twelve. I used to deliver construction products for a
company we will call Rome Repo. I delivered a load
of lumber to a house while the husband was out
of town. She made it very c that I could
get more than the twenty dollars tip she gave me.
I was thirty five and she was at least fifty
at the time, and I honestly found her extremely attractive. Regardless,

(16:10):
I said no and went on my way. The next week,
I had a customer request to deliver a box of nails.
It was the same woman from before I accepted a blowy.
That day, we exchanged numbers, and the next day her husband,
venmowed me fifty dollars as a pre payment for video.
The next time I hung out with his wife. It
took me about a week to actually be okay with it,

(16:33):
but I spent a dozen or so nights with that
woman and the husband, an OTR truck driver, apparently loved
it when I did so. Over three months, I got laid, massaged,
and fed a dozen times, and also got paid a
total of something like three hundred dollars. Everybody was happy,
and I still keep in touch with them to this day.

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Story thirteen. Back in my early twenties, I worked as
a field engineer fixing p sees in people's homes. One day,
I get sent to my last job of the day.
Some guy in his late thirties, solid build opens the
door wearing nothing but a towel. Weird start, but whatever.
The house is boiling like nearly thirty degrees inside and

(17:16):
it's maybe five degrees outside. He takes me to the
computer and starts explaining that it freezes whenever he scrolls
through pictures as he's talking. His wife, at least I
assumed she was walks in wearing hot pants and a
tank top and casually starts lounging on the couch right
behind us. I give her a polite hay and get

(17:36):
to work. I start scrolling through the pictures to reproduce
the issue, and they're all private pictures of his wife,
like full on topless shots, suggestive poses, the works. My
sweet knive brain goes, oh, no, he's accidentally left private
pictures open. Better just pretend I didn't see anything, so
I completely ignore it, play it cool, and act like

(17:58):
nothing's wrong. I told them I couldn't reproduce the issue,
swapped out a random part so the company would still
get paid, and got the heck out of there. Later
in life, I did end up entertaining one or two
women I met on the job, but these days I
just take it as a compliment and head home to
my peaceful, drama free life. Story fourteen. I'm a woman,

(18:19):
so this might not be a specific instance, but I
have a story for you all. I'm a trucker who
goes all over the place I've met lots of men
who have solicited me for my body, or even just
coffee and a hangout. Truckers can be very lonely anyway.
I was sitting at a shopper getting loaded one afternoon
when some regular workers were doing something around the warehouse.

(18:40):
I don't really ask and usually just stay out of
their way. This one guy, good looking I won't lie,
came up, jumped up on my truck steps and stuck
his head in the window. It was seventy degree fahrenheit outside,
so I had the windows down. He complimented my kitty area,
saying that he knew a nice kiddy when he saw one,
and then proceeded to put his hand on my leg
and asked me to go around the corner of the

(19:01):
building in broad daylight to have some fun. I had
never been propositioned like that before and laughed, removed his
hand from my leg and told him no thanks. I
didn't know who he was, had no idea if he
had a girlfriend or anything else, and really didn't feel
like getting caught up in whatever drama he was representing.
He got all huffy, called me names and left jokes

(19:24):
on him, though I told his coworker about it, and
I don't know what happened, but he might have been
reprimanded for being a grade A jerk. Story fifteen. I
got harassed at work once. I worked in optics, and
I don't know if it was the effect of being
in a darkened room doing pre screen tests or what,
but a woman touched leg and grabbed my dong. She

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wasn't unattractive, and I'm not a prude, but I am
happily married and frankly just not interested in anyone else.
As soon as the pre screen tests were done, I
asked the clinic manager if I could make a point
of not serving that person again. I told them what
happened and got laughed at When I explained the incident
to them. Because I'm a guy, they just assumed I

(20:06):
would have loved it. Story sixteen. The closest I ever
got was delivering pizza late night order like three am,
as we were open until four am Fridays and Saturdays.
I got to the house and it's in the college
part of town. I text the number so that I
don't wake anyone up, and this super hot girl answers

(20:27):
the door wearing very very little. Suddenly her cat ran
between her legs and took off. I set down the pizzas,
and after a couple minutes I managed to corner it
under the porch and catch it. I hand it off
to the girl and she takes her cat inside. She
comes back to the door, topless with a lit cigarette
and says, thanks for catching my cat. Smoke this and

(20:49):
stare at my chest. So I did, and she gave
me a decent tip too. Story seventeen. I used to
work as a park ranger and one of the parks
I had to patrol with an overflow car park for
a music festival not too far. When I closed down
the park, there was one random car remaining. I didn't
pay too much attention to it. Technically we were supposed

(21:10):
to write tickets to vehicles remaining locked in the park
after hours, but I just didn't care and just drove away.
As I was driving on the other side, I heard
a girl screaming out of the top of her lung
and it freaked me out a bit. She was running
around the park for a while, and the park is
like five hundred acres and there's multiple parking lots, so
she couldn't find the car and it was also nighttime.

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I told her about the ticket thing, pretended I forgot
my ticket book at home and gave her a ride
to the other side of the park where her car was,
and we were talking forbid at the end, and she said, oh,
you've been so nice to me. I wish I can
give you good karma, while kind of rubbing her chest
and giving me the look. I didn't catch on at first,
but I asked what she meant, and she just flat

(21:53):
out said, has anyone ever given you a blowy while
on the clock. She was a very pretty hippish girl,
and as bad as I wanted to say yes, I
had to decline. I had just started a local government
job and didn't want to get fired, and was also
in a committed relationship. So I had the Angel and
Devil on my shoulders talking to me, and eventually the
angel won. Story eighteen. When I was young, I worked

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at one of those one hour photo places in the mall.
When people would bring in disposable cameras that still had
film in them. We would take dumb pictures in the
store then just keep those. One time, I set the
camera on the ground and jokingly told the girl developing
the film to come stand over it. Since she had
a mini skirt on. She was a huge flirt, and
to my surprise, she did it. More to my surprise,

(22:40):
she developed the pictures and handed them back to me later.
My response was nice, maybe next time, no innerwere She
then replies, I don't have any on now, want to check.
I wasn't sure if she was joking or not, so
I went to call her bluff and make sure she
was leaning on the front counter, and I knelt down

(23:01):
and slid my hand up her thigh and went about halfway,
expecting her to chicken out. She didn't, so I kept
going up and said, Wow, that's smooth. To this day,
I kicked myself for not taking her in the back
room that second and getting a taste test and banging
that out. But I was so shocked and dumbfounded I
just froze up. Story nineteen. I was nineteen and working

(23:23):
on my family's farm while in college, mostly irrigation, tractor work,
and shearing. One season, the neighboring farm asked if i'd
be interested in working for them for a day or two.
I jumped at the opportunity since the money was really
good and I genuinely enjoyed the physical workout. I had
just gotten into rugby that year, and the farm work
helped me stay in shape. My usual pharm attire jeans, bloodstones,

(23:47):
a singlet, and a long sleeve flannel shirt. The next
few days were supposed to be around thirty five degrees.
I showed up early in the morning, got my gear
set up, and met the father, his wife, and their daughter, Rebecca,
who was two years older than me. I met the
rest of the crew and we smashed it out on
the first day. We got most of it done. On
day two, I got there around seven am and it

(24:10):
was already nineteen degrees. I briefly noticed the parents' vehicles
weren't in the garage as I made my way down
to the shearing sheds. By almost lunchtime, it felt like
it was pushing forty I was sweating like crazy. I
pulled off my flannel, wiped my face down, and powered
through the last ten heads done. I took a short

(24:31):
break and started carting my gear back to my truck.
As I passed the house with my last load, I
heard Rebecca call my name from behind the fly screen door.
I made my way over and stood outside the screen
blind as heck from the sun. Didn't even realize she
was unclothed at first. She opened the door and yanked
me in fast. I remember feeling really disrespectful about walking

(24:53):
into the house with my boots on, though that ship
sailed quickly when she laid down on a towel and
just said, bang me. I did. I think I had
any energy left? But I was wrong. I like things
a bit rough, and I'll never forget how cool those
tiles felt while we went at it. It wasn't my
first time, but that experience stuck with me. Last I heard,
she has three kids now. Story twenty. I delivered pizza

(25:17):
in high school. Was I was nineteen at the time
and was more on call where when they got a delivery,
I would show up. Well, I used to drive around
with my girlfriend in the car. Since it was time
alone to hang out. I would just hop out, deliver
the pizza, and on we would go. One night I
got a delivery and when I showed up, the lady

(25:38):
answered the door in a very thin sun dress. She
was super sunburned and said she fell asleep while drinking
next to the pool. She was asking my opinion if
she was too burnt or looked bad, where I kind
of just laughed it off until she pulled the dress
down and her package popped out. Uncomfortable. Little kid in
me got super nervous, but insisted I grab them. She
grabs my hand and I did feel them. She of

(26:00):
course tried inviting me in and saying she had nobody
to eat with, et cetera. I politely declined, got my
twenty dollars tip and left. My girlfriend was in the
car and saw the entire thing go down. She was
furious and threatened to go back to the woman to
confront the whole thing. I didn't want to risk losing
my job, so I ended that. I got another call

(26:21):
at the same address a few weeks later, this time
without said girlfriend riding with me. All kinds of thoughts
were going through my head of how I was going
to score this time, only to show up to have
her husband answer the door. She stood behind him out
of his sight, squeezing her chest and giving me a
kissy face while I handed him the food. I had
no idea how to handle it at all, so I

(26:43):
took my ten dollars tip and left. Story twenty one.
I had a roommate who did renovation work on the side.
One gig was a kitchen remodel for a single nurse.
According to him, they got along really well, lots of
chatting and joking while he worked. One afternoon, she made
a cheeky comment about it tool belt and asked if
he'd ever thought about showing up wearing only the tool belt.

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He ended up spending the next three days there pounding
his hammer. They're now happily married with four kids. Story
twenty two. When I was a teenager, I was canvassing
for a double glazing company. A woman opened the door
in her dressing gown and kept making jokes about how
she wasn't dressed. She asked if I wanted to wait
inside while she changed. Confused, I declined and said I

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could come back later. She then said that it was
really hot outside and told me that if I came in,
she'd make me some fresh lemonade. I told her that
I didn't want to inconvenience her and had work to do.
She told me I could come back later if I
got bored. When I met my colleagues at the end
of the afternoon and told them the story, they explained

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what was actually going on. The end of a semester
in college, a girl in our friend group asked me
if I could come help her release a pet snake
into the woods near her dorm. I wasn't really sure
why she needed my help, but I'm a helpful guy.
We got the snake on its way, and when we
got back to her dorm, I was like, all right,
I'm going to head out, and she said, you don't

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have to go. The job I had been called for
was done, so I was like, no, no, I don't
want to intrude. I'll get out of your hair. It
wasn't until an embarrassing amount of time later that I
realized why I had really been called over in the
first place. Story twenty three. I'm a general contractor and
had a government contract to rehab and take care of
construction stuff in low income apartments. I replaced a GC

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who was fired because his men kept on having relations
with the residents in exchange for stuff. So I made
a rule where my guys had to be in pairs
whenever they entered an apartment. On the first day, two
of my guys went into this lady's apartment to replace
the front door because her old one was kicked in
She met them fully unclothed and offered to take them

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both on if they could also get her a new fridge.
Story twenty four. A buddy of mine was a self
employed welder. He would do calls mostly to ranches, barns,
and other rural and livestock types, usually repairing gates, corrals,
and equipment. Anyhow, he showed up one day at a
stable for four H kids. Four H is a program

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across the US that helps kids and teenagers with development
skills in science, agriculture, community outreach, and various other programs.
In this case, the four H club was in agriculture,
so they learned how to ride horses, care for them,
feed them, brush them, and all that. So he was
going to fix some fencing for the paddock. The lady

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who ran the stables mentioned her husband was out of
town picking up a horse they bought. Long story short,
she invited him inside to cool off. This is one
hundred and two degree Texas weather, so anyone would naturally
take the offer. She gave him a tall glass of tea, water,
and some fruit to cool off while she went to change.
Within a couple of minutes, she came down the stairs

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in just her inn and asked if he wanted to
take a nice, cool shower. He told me it was
really hard to say no, but he declined only because
he had been cheated on before and never wanted another
man to feel that pain. Story twenty five. When I
was younger, I worked as a bouncer for nearly fifteen
years plus as a valet, bar back, et cetera. For

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a while, I worked in a high end nightclub, and
the single most common occurrence was being asked to join
a couple. Usually I'd be approached by the man who
would introduce me to his wife, a chat with me,
then at some point he'd leave and she would start
heavy flirting. When I was very young, the number of
older women who would aggressively ask to sleep with them

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was unnerving, mostly because they'd go about it in the
most disrespectful and harassing ways. They weren't flirting, they were
aggressively grabbing my hand as I gave back their ID
and shoving it down their shirts, or absolutely going to
grab my dong or whatever else they felt like. We
also hosted a sorority party once, and that was awful.

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I think it was like a pre game event for
them before they went to their actual night out, so
it's just the sorority members, and I think too many
attractive women together made it a sort of game to
see who could get attention from a man. It taught
me a lot about consent and victim blaming. I remember
one night I was just sitting on a stool at closing,
making sure people dumped any drinks before heading outside. The

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lights were up, it was about as chill as it
gets in security, and a very drunk woman walked up
to me, handed me her drink, and then leaned in
and kissed me right on the mouth. I squirmed and
pushed her off and thanked God. Her friend caught her
and ushered her outside. But I remember thinking, if my
girlfriend came home and said some drunk guy kissed her,
I'd be pissed at her. But the same just happened

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to me, and it was entirely not my fault, and
it completely changed the way I viewed stories of harassment
and assault. The real story here, though, is that really
you never want to act on any of these situations.
The people who are outwardly and conventionally attractive don't need
to offer a proposition for services, at least at the
bar because they can get the same services for free

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from any of the other guys in the bar. The
people who are just doing it for a laugh, mostly
the older ladies out for a night, are incredibly demeaning
because it truly is that you aren't a person. You
are just a representation of a good time, and that's
all I need you for. The people who genuinely trade
their body for entrance to a club or free drinks

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probably need to work on themselves, and generally need to
do that work before they really want to entangle your
life in theirs. It's a pretty desperate move to offer
your body for a twenty five dollars cover charge. The
absolute best were bachelorette parties. They'd often have these bingo
cards or checklists, and it would be things like take

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a picture with a bouncer or give a guy your number,
and they'd always be respectful and gigly. It was just
some silly thing and they'd laugh, say thank you and
move on. They'd always come up and ask first. This
place was a restaurant and nightclub, and so what would
happen is the hostess would try and sit them at
a big table across the back and have a guy

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wait on them for dinner, so usually that was me.
Then later on I'd change my shirt to do security
work and the party would come up and it was
all woe OMG Corp Council, it's us from dinner. Do
you remember us? And I'd be thinking, yeah, it was
thirty minutes ago and you were the largest table I
had tonight. But instead I'd say, WHOA, of course, that's awesome.

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Is everyone having fun? I don't know. They always were
super fun and I never felt like they were trying
to cross boundaries. Sometimes they had their own little drama.
I'd see someone crying or stomp off from the group,
but it was never something security had to take care of.
The saddest part was that at a high end place
I worked, there was a guy who came in regularly

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with different women each time. On the surface, it seemed normal,
but the men manager told me when I started to
never ask for an ID from any of his girlfriends.
At the time, I didn't think much of it, but
looking back, I realized those women were probably being involved
in some kind of cess. Worker's ring story twenty six.
When I was nineteen, I worked as a window washer.

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I worked with a bunch of ex convicts who were
all hilarious. One day, we're on the side of a
medical building. I look in and see a bunch of
nurses pointing and smiling at us. We point and smile back.
One of the guys I'm with grabs his phone and
types on it to see if one of them is single.
She grabs a notepad and writes back yes. They go

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back and forth and set up a date later that day.
The other guy I'm with type that we were so
hot and tired if one of them could flash us
to help us get through the day. They laughed, and
sure as heck, one of them flashed us. Great day
on the job. The guy told us he ended up
banging this nurse in his car after they met up
for drinks. Couldn't verify its truth, but I believed him.

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Story twenty seven. I almost had something with the internet
repair man. There was so much chemistry between us, and
we couldn't stop flirting back and forth while he was
messing with the cables. The only reason I didn't hop
on him is I was sure the guy I was
going on dates with at the time was serious about me,
and I didn't want to do anything to ruin it.
He found out he was gay about six months in,

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so it didn't work out. In the end. I might
regret not getting with that repair guy for the rest
of my life. Story twenty eight. I worked for a
fast food chain many years ago. One night, near the
end of my shift, I was doing my usual walk
to clean the parking lot of the usual trash like
empty paper cups and bags. At the far end of
the lot, I saw two guys and a blonde girl.

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I couldn't see everything clearly, but one of the guys
was shouting loudly demanding now suck already or something like that.
Then the other guy called out to me saying something like, Yo,
trash guy, I've got more rubbish for you, come in
get it. I was pissed and ready for a fight,
but I decided to approach and see how the situation

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would unfold. As I got closer, I realized the girl
was giving one of the guys a blowy, while the
other guy looked intimidated as he handed me his paper bag.
This time he said thank you. The guy getting the
blowy looked shocked with his eyes wide open, and asked,
do you want to join brother. The girl added, do
you I just gave them a skeptical look and said

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no thanks. Then the guy getting the blowy nervously said
please don't tell anybody, quickly adjusted himself and all three
jumped into their car and drove away. Story twenty nine.
I put an ad out on Craigslist for lock picking.
I would go to your house and let you in
if you got locked out. I know. Anyway, this girl
called me to her apartment. I got there and she

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tells me she doesn't want to call the front desk
again because they'll charge her eighty dollars. I lean on
the door and put the wrench in, then the pick,
and in a second the door is open. Rarely happens
that fast, but I got lucky. She is completely blown away.
She had never seen a lock get picked. She asks
if I want to go inside while she gets the cash.

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She steps in close and we start kissing and end
up hooking up often. After that, she moved away for college, graduated,
got a job, and now has a son and husband.
I did it because life moves pretty fast. If you
don't stop and look around every once in a while,
you could miss it. Story thirty. I used to work

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for a trash company as a thrower, not the driver.
There was this one lady on our route who asked
if I could grab her trash from the porch on
days she forgot to put it out by the curb.
I've always liked helping people, so I didn't mind at all.
I just run up her driveway, grab it and keep
it moving. One day I ran up as usual, and
she came out and said, honey, you're too fast. I

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wanted to thank you for going the extra mile and
held out a bull. It turned out she wanted to
smoke with me. She lived close to the store we
usually stopped at for drinks, so after a couple of
times smoking with her, I told the driver just pull
ahead to the store. I'll meet you there, so you're
not waiting. Well. One day I get there, the driver
dips early and the woman comes out no shirt and says,

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I hope you don't mind. I just smiled and said no,
not at all, and we smoked for a bit. But
after that I was like, all right, my driver's waiting,
gotta go and jogged up the road to catch up.
I'm married and love my wife, so I didn't do anything.
I wasn't offended or anything, but I definitely wasn't sticking
around to see what else she had in mind. Story

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thirty one. I was fairly new in the IT field
repair and have always kept myself in good shape, especially
in my twenties. I played rugby, football, cricket, et, cetera. Anyway,
I went to this bloke's house who specifically booked me
to look at his desktop PC. After a few minutes,
I told the customer that I couldn't fix the fall.
He said something like the issue happens when you opened

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that specific folder. The folder was filled with unclothed pictures
of him and an older dude doing it. He then
tried to sit on my lap. I told him to
back off and fix his own PC. The guy then
had the nerve to complain to my boss, who called
me Before I got back to the office to find
out what happened. The guy wanted me fired. I explained

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the situation. My boss was so apologetic and told me
to call the police. All's well, that ends well. A
few months later I hear word that his business has folded.
Story thirty two. I used to live with my best
friend back in the day. He used to work as
one of the craftsmen on some of those HGTV shows
and was a prop maker and stuff like that. During

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one of the HGTV show remodels for a former victorious
secret model who was a body double for an extremely
gorgeous actress, you definitely know, but I'm not going to
reveal here, he kept coming home talking about how she
was hanging out with him at lunch and how cool
she was and all that. My buddy has never had
any challenges with women, but he's not a player or anything.

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He had unfortunately gotten divorced a year or two prior,
and he kept asking me what I thought about this
woman and if he should act on anything. Ultimately, he
decided it was better not to poop where he eats,
and he left it alone. But after the shoot wrapped
and a week or two passed, she managed to find
his number on an old call sheet they left behind,
and I remember hearing her over the phone something like, Oh, no,

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the show is all done, You're taking me out. I
just shrugged at him and said, screw it, dude. He
had years of great times with her, and at one
point we all ended up moving in together while she
was house shopping. Super cool lady. They've since gone their
separate ways, but just saying you never make the shots
you don't take. Story thirty three. I worked as a

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driver in a local pizza shop in high school. I
showed up one night, and before the door even opened,
you could hear the sounds of a pleasure spree in
the house. The door opens, it's a guy with just
a sheet around his waist. Behind the guy, I see
barely around a corner there's a woman on her knees
giving a guy some head. I hear people out of

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you and see bare butts jump out of you. The
guy must not have told them pizza was coming, or
they thought it would take longer. After he paid, he
asked me if I'd like to come in. Nothing about
the house looked, smelled, or sounded like a good time
to me. I declined. He said, no worries, here's your tip,
then handed me ten dollars and closed the door. People

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are wild. Story thirty four. I did maintenance for a
large college student housing complex for five years. I had
a couple of instances. I like my wife and enjoy
being married to her, so I would politely decline and
then walk out it's usually average looking girls who are lonely,
and I kind of feel bad rejecting them. There was one, though,

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who's in the top three hottest ladies I have ever
seen in person. It was genuinely hard to walk away
from that one. I do get a chuckle though, thinking
that's probably the only time she's ever faced rejection. Also,
if this ever happens to you and you reject their advances,
tell your supervisor about it immediately. Someone who did maintenance

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warned me about it. Didn't think it was real. But
the first girl I rejected came into the office thirty
minutes later and said, I tried to essay her story
thirty five. I've been propositioned several times. When I was
a police officer UK, my mate wrote in my flat
police hat. We also had the massive bell shaped ones.

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I love shagging. I do. Got called to a local
leisure center swimming pool where a woman was completely pissed
and with her very small child. She had downed a
bottle of vodka in the changing rooms and was passed out.
I went down to the changing rooms and found the
woman who could barely stand. I asked the staff member
who'd accompanied me to hold my hat while I bodily

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picked this woman up and bagged her to my car.
As she handed the hat back, she said, if you
fancy some of what your hat says, you know where
to find me. Also, a domestic violence victim asked me
out while I had her on the speaker phone. The
whole office suddenly stopped and looked at me, whilst I
politely declined. Another woman while signing my pocket notebook for

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a speeding offence, lench Review wrote her number in it
with a sorry for speeding coffee, plus multiple times of
having my dong area felt up by girls in crowded
pubs during fights, and countless offers of handcuff me and
use your truncheon on me by pissed women, all declined,
Story thirty six. I wasn't offered a proposition, but when
I was much much younger, I worked at a gas

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station for about a year. A few months after I started,
a blue coup pulled up at the full service pumps.
The two guys I worked with that day, much older
than me, made a big deal of making sure that
I got to help this particular customer and that I
should take my time. I go out to the car,
and there is a middle aged, attractive woman with long
hair in the driver's seat. She had dark sunglasses on.

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She also wore a black, short sleeved blouse and a
very short tan skirt. I greeted her and asked how
I could help her. She wanted me to fill the tank,
check and fill fluids, and check tire pressure and phil
if necessary. She also told me to take my time.
I didn't think anything of it, and when I stood
up from leaning down to her window, I could see

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my coworkers watching from inside the garage bay. So I
get the gas flowing and she pops the hood. As
I walk by. It looks as if she shuffling in
her seat, didn't think much of it. I lift the
hood start checking things out. Battery leads are looking gnarly,
and all of her fluids are super low. I poked

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my head around the hood and there she is, still
in the car, with her heels up on the dash
and her blouse pulled down. She had pulled her sunglasses
down just enough, and our eyes met over the rims
saved by the gas cut off. I walked past her,
stealing glances the whole time, and topped off the tank.
I kind of sighed, shook it out a bit, and

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walked back to the driver's window. She was still I'm
going at it. I told her that all of her
fluids were low and that I hadn't had a chance
to check the tires. She responded again, go slow again,
young guy. I was nineteen, so I just kind of
ignored the urge to stand there and went about things.
Walked back to the garage, to the hooting and hollering

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of my coworkers, gathered up the fluids I needed. The
guys told me that this was my hazing, and that
this lady always seemed to know when somebody knew started
working there, because she would come by and do this.
Within a few months, apparently she hit all of the
nearby gas stations. I took the fluids back to the car,
topped everything up, checked the tires. They were fine. I

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wrote her up a bill. Yes, my friends, that is
how long ago this was grabbed the knuckle duster. Heard
an intense moan and turned around to her, panting cash
or charge. I squeaked. She smiled, opened the center console,
everything still on display, mind you, and handed me her
credit card, carbon copy in catchunk, carbon copy out here's

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a pen and your receipt. I'm handing them to her
for a signature while she's pulling down her skirt and
tucking things back into her blouse. She signs the copy,
hands everything back, and I give her the receipt and
her card, tell her thank you and to have a
nice day. One corner of her mouth picked up into
a sly grin. She told me to have a good

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day as well, turned the engine over and headed off.
It is an indelible memory. I can still see the car,
what she was wearing, what she looked like, and what
she sounded like. Story thirty seven. I worked for a
moving company for a while and we had a job
out in Michigan. As we were setting up in the morning,
the husband was getting ready to leave for work. Before

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heading out, he gave me and the other mover a
ten minute speech about how great he was at Texas
Holden Poker. Then he took off for the day. The
wife stayed home with us the entire time. She was
unusually friendly, so much so that it stood out compared
to every other job I've done, where the wife is
usually hovering around or keeping a watchful eye. This was

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definitely different. We stopped for lunch and she sat down
and ate with us. We were just chatting when out
of nowhere, she asked, so, have either of you guys
ever tried powder? We both said no truthfully. Later that day,
I was upstairs getting ready to take the bed apart.
She came into the bedroom, closed the door behind her,
and kind of sheepishly said, Hey, what's up. I didn't

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even look up, just said no and kept my eyes
on the tools and parts I was working with. She
left without saying anything else. To this day, I don't
know if the driver or one of the other movers
ended up hooking up with her. I never asked. Story
thirty eight. Out of high school, I worked in a
fabrication shop that constructed handmade steel and iron accessories, the

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kind of stuff you find in rich houses that were
overly extravagant and obviously expensive to look at. I got
hired basically to keep the old man busy. He was
who started the shop as a blacksmith and had retired,
but wouldn't slow down and kept constantly being in the shop,
harassing employees and just generally kind of disrupting production. Really
old school Italian, probably five foot five with hands that

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were big as baseball gloves, and skin that was equally
just like leather. Real tough, cookie and stickler for the
old school way of doing stuff, Hence why he was
constantly giving the employees a hard time. Anyway, I was
just essentially supposed to be his gopher boy and keep
him busy with my presence. He had plenty to teach
me about the proper way to cut grass, how to

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drive an old tractor, how to dodge tools being thrown
at you while you're picking up scraps from the shop
floor too slowly for his liking that sort of thing.
One day, we needed something from ten, and the boss
gave me the keys to the company truck to run
out quickly and grab whatever it was. The old man
sees me get into the car, waves me down as

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I'm leaving, and grabs my arm with the strength of
a shoreman trying to tie down a mainsail in a storm.
He looks me in the eyes and tells me, you
listen now, and you listen well, I don't care where
you go, I don't care who you see, I don't
care who asks you. When the woman at home tells
you to come inside, you say no, and you get
the money instead. You never take the woman you see,

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you always take the money. I won't lie. As an
eighteen year old, I was really digging the prospect of
getting propositioned by board housewives daily, but truthfully, I was
more scared of getting buried under the old man's tomato
plants if I ever came back without the money. Story
thirty nine. Part of my job involves disconnecting utilities power

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and water, usually when people haven't paid their bills. It's
not the most glamorous part of the job, and it
can be awkward or even confrontational at times, but occasionally
something else entirely happens. Over the years, I've been hit
on more than a few times while doing a disconnect,
usually while the husband or boyfriend wasn't home. Some of

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these women were very attractive, and in a different life
I might have been tempted, but I've never once reciprocated.
There are a few reasons for that. First, I'm not
about to be the guy who ruins someone's marriage or
gets caught up in unnecessary drama. It's just not worth it. Second,
I'm in a committed relationship with someone I love and
I'm not a cheater, plain and simple. Third, and maybe

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most practically, if something were to actually happen, I could
lose my job over it. Worse yet, I might end
up being the one left with their unpaid bill hanging
over me. I'm already just getting by paying my own,
let alone someone else's utilities. I'd be lying if I
said the idea wouldn't have sounded appealing back when I
was eighteen, sing and a little more naive. But even then,

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I think I would have known better than to go
down that road. The risk just isn't worth the fantasy.
The best move is to keep it professional, keep it moving,
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