So, Perplexing #2 and I had another go-round. It started off well enough - didn't end too well. Like a good lapsed Catholic, I'm having a huge guilt attack. I'm kind of ashamed of my behavior. I flirted with lots of other people. (one of whom seemed to think that it's ok for friends to kiss on the lips? I went in for the cheek and he derailed me!) That was just one little guilt nugget. Anyway:
Coworker Jack: "Damn. You totally Big-Leagued him."
Me: "Big-Leagued? Is that good or bad? Oh God. I feel terrible. I should go find him in court today and apologize."
Jack: "Nooooooo. No no no. Just buy him a drink the next time you see him at the bar. Us guys get over things like that pretty quickly if we think we have a shot of getting laid. It's just who we are."