So you just started dating, or you're about to post a profile for the second — or umpteenth — time.You haven't yet met your soul mate yet, but you still think dating is fun. At other times the venture seems so mind-boggling you want to hang up your dating pumps for good.I went through all that — for decades, in fact, a period during which I met men I liked and men I didn't.A few might be keepers, I thought; others (many others! Along the way, I started compiling the pros and cons of dating.My boyfriend and I started dating my freshman (his sophomore) year of high school, and two years later, we didn’t want to stop dating just because we’d be apart.
) and personal readiness, not by a moral imperative. When I was in college I worked at a nightclub — partially because I needed the cash and partially because I was dating a guy who also worked there. Well, because he was awful and I was 19 and didn’t know any better.Still, I wouldn’t use this as an example that dating a co-worker is . I haven’t dated a co-worker since then (only for lack of opportunity), but I’ve dated people I’ve met through work.Like Friedman, I never suffered any personal disasters because of it, just a few moments of personal anxiety that I recovered from.If you DO get with someone else, you’ll have to date him for at least two years just to dispel any “for a good time call” rumors. You’re sitting across from him at board meetings all coquettish, like, “we diiiiiiiid it last niiiiiiiiight” and what’s more romantic than secret lovers? Oh, you think you’re slick when you guys rode the train in together twice this week, even though he lives on the east side and you live on the west? I have an idea, why don’t you just announce it in the company newsletter? Pro: Your entire life becomes wrapped up in a tidy package between work, the bar, and his apartment.Pro: Banging someone at work is a good way to offset the day-to-day doldrums of shoot-me-in-the-face data entry, gathering in the conference room for a depressing-ass sheet cake and apple juice birthday/baby/going away celebrations, and lunch meetings centered around “blue sky brainstorms” that really could have been cleared up in an e-mail. You think that little split at the end of the block where he goes in and you’re like,”oh, let me stop for a sec and check my voicemails at 8 a.m.” is fooling anyone? And Kate from Comms swears she heard your voice change when he got on the elevator. If you’re lucky, it’s all along the same bus line and there’s a grocery store on the way so you can get some errands done.