During my first week as a manager in an upscale restaurant in Chicago, I talked one of the waiters into staying late to help me get my new office in order. The real reason was that I wanted to be with him s*******. He was an amazing looking guy, 23 (I was 35 and I’m an attractive woman). When he caught on that I was trying to seduce him, he very politely informed me that he was about to be married.

I acted as if it broke my heart and started to cry. He held my hand and tried to comfort me. The next day I tried to hit on another of the waiters – but he said he couldn’t stay. I learned that his coworker had warned him about me. Later that night as I was doing closing paperwork, there was a tap on my office door and it was another waiter, asking if he could help me with anything.

He did. And it wasn’t the paperwork. I don’t feel good about this.