Russell Smith, who’s written about sex in fiction for Bookninja, says it’s hard to not think about sex while working in publishing because all the women are so damn smart and hot. Well, Mr. Smith, I beg to… um… well, now that I think about it, you’re kind of right. They are all hot. Damn. But, as Smith goes on to point out, that doesn’t give anyone the right to jump on them or make them uncomfortable. And besides rights and wrongs, you’re a friggin idiot if you make the people making you look good uncomfortable.
But I have never in my whole career made a real pass at one of my colleagues or, I think, been flirtatious to the point of making someone seriously worried about my attention. Even when I was single.
Why? Why be so cautious, when we all know that the workplace is where most romantic relationships start, and that a lot of those go on to be perfectly respectable marriages? Where else are you going to meet people with similar interests?
So why not go for it? Iâ€™m not even in a situation of power, as the Penguin president was. My editor has power over me. I could hardly be accused of intimidation by coming on to my boss.
I could, however, be accused of idiocy.