No, not at work.
The one I was "taking it slow" with.
Three weeks, two dates, a visit to the restaurant with her girlfriends for food (cooked by me) and drinks. Daily texting (referring to me as sweety, signing off with hugs) phone calls, etc.
I get home tonight after whipping it hard at work again, to a freaking Dear Geoffrey email. It's not you, it's me..really...nice.
Dating sucks ass...