My office CPC (Christmas Party Confession)

I am going to make a big confession that relates to a fact I learned today: Over 70 percent of people surveyed by WET, which makes a line of intimacy products, said they consider holiday parties a good opportunity to hookup and 44 percent of respondents confessed that they, or someone they knew, hooked up with a coworker at an office holiday party.

Now for my confession: Many moons ago, at a company-wide Christmas party, one of the top executives at our parent company invited me back to the fancy NYC hotel where he was staying (he lived a train ride away from the office, but I guess he figured he’d engage in some hanky panky) and attempted to have sex with me. I say attempted because he was pretty inebriated and didn’t perform quite as well as he did at work.) After our quasi-liason, he prompty fell asleep, and I proceeded to hot foot it home.

We had dinner weeks later and another date, I believe. We were attracted to one another–mentally and physically–but we never “hooked up” again. He was very much married (in an eighties corporate executive kind of way) and astutely realized that he’d better not fool around with an employee who reported to one of his direct reports.  I did manage to learn that he disliked my boss almost as much as I did and would never name him president of the company (which was my boss’s fervent desire.)

This being a small–no, tiny–world, I met a man recently who was a good friend of my Christmas party hookup with my boss’s boss. I learned he had retired and was living back in the Midwest, from where he hailed.

I assume his party days are over. Mine sure are.