I've had some pretty good days lately. I haven't let things with Beautiful get to me. I think that's the key. However, by not letting things get to me, I've managed to not care as much. I'm not sure that's a good thing.

I was at one of our other offices the other day and a woman working there was excited to tell me that she went shopping. She says, 'You're into fashion, I went shopping over the weekend and bought some of the cutest outfits.' Then she says, 'What are you doing tonight? I have a window of about two hours to get out. A group of us from the office are having drinks. You should come.'

This woman is married. I wasn't sure how to take it. She's pretty good looking though. I don't really know much else about her. She's new to our company. I want to say she was coming on to me, despite her married situation. She's made it a point to touch me in various ways. Whether it be an elbow to scoot by or a hand on my back, she's made contact.

I politely declined. I wonder if I'm going ot kick myself in the ass for declining.

This is how my day goes generally. One of my coworkers swears that I get flirted with a lot. I think so but I've also noticed that it's married women that flirt with me the most. There's one girl that bakes me cakes. She's married too. I swear that any day she's wearing a tight shirt, she stops by my office to chat. She's cute too but she's young and a newlywed. I'd hate to fuck up her marriage so quickly and early on.

To my credit, I haven't done anything with anyone at work. Well there is the one girl but that's different. I'll tell you about it later.