Cosmic Bus
pristine morning snow
I'm hoping there's an easy answer for this, with a bare minumum of effort and/or involvement on my part. Really, I've gotten used to having a life free of this particular kind of decision and wasn't looking for a change of pace. 
Over the past couple of weeks this guy's been flirting with me quite a bit, conveniently timed with the recent break from his boyfriend, and a few days ago he managed to get me to admit that I'm gay (not typically being open about my personal life with anyone, he was, of course, thrilled to find this out). Now he's dropping some seriously heavy hints about getting with me, culminating with an invite to have drinks sometime and slipping me his number.
Now, there are a few issues that I've got here:
a) I'm part of management, and while he doesn't work directly under me (*chortle!*) I don't think it's entirely appropriate and could theoretically bite me in the ass down the road. And hierarchy aside, work sex/relationships (God forbid. That's the last fucking thing I want.) never seem to be a smart idea.
b) He's a total flaming manslut and I'm the quiet, insecure, and untouched morning snow of Closet Case, USA. It an oil-and-vinegar combination: they aren't made to mix, but there's the potential for a fine and sassy vinegrette given the proper ingredients (i.e. booze and a Portishead CD). Just thinking about may or may not happen freaks the hell out of me. Ball of nerves that I am, I'd probably end up vomiting on him at some point. At the same time, who knows when this kind of opportunity is going to arise again...
c) Frankly, I'm not really attracted to this duder (he's like a really thin, flaunty homo version of Jeremy Piven), but I'd be lying if I said the virtual guarantee of sex is swirling through my mind a lot.
Advice, plz.
Over the past couple of weeks this guy's been flirting with me quite a bit, conveniently timed with the recent break from his boyfriend, and a few days ago he managed to get me to admit that I'm gay (not typically being open about my personal life with anyone, he was, of course, thrilled to find this out). Now he's dropping some seriously heavy hints about getting with me, culminating with an invite to have drinks sometime and slipping me his number.
Now, there are a few issues that I've got here:
a) I'm part of management, and while he doesn't work directly under me (*chortle!*) I don't think it's entirely appropriate and could theoretically bite me in the ass down the road. And hierarchy aside, work sex/relationships (God forbid. That's the last fucking thing I want.) never seem to be a smart idea.
b) He's a total flaming manslut and I'm the quiet, insecure, and untouched morning snow of Closet Case, USA. It an oil-and-vinegar combination: they aren't made to mix, but there's the potential for a fine and sassy vinegrette given the proper ingredients (i.e. booze and a Portishead CD). Just thinking about may or may not happen freaks the hell out of me. Ball of nerves that I am, I'd probably end up vomiting on him at some point. At the same time, who knows when this kind of opportunity is going to arise again...
c) Frankly, I'm not really attracted to this duder (he's like a really thin, flaunty homo version of Jeremy Piven), but I'd be lying if I said the virtual guarantee of sex is swirling through my mind a lot.
Advice, plz.