Going to lunch with a married woman Yay or Nay
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newworldafro
DeeperThanRapBiggerThanHH
Is she paying though dough?
SuburbanPimp
Giving game to lames since the 90s
Nah... I mean what would be the benefit?
If ya'll have a good time its not gonna do anything but lead to another lunch, then probably drinks or happy hour... Its just not worth it. Right now, it just lunch. 3 months later you'll be walking around singing this shyt
If ya'll have a good time its not gonna do anything but lead to another lunch, then probably drinks or happy hour... Its just not worth it. Right now, it just lunch. 3 months later you'll be walking around singing this shyt
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Diondon
Thanks to the lawyers uh, I marbled the foyer
If you aint about that James Bond life, dead that.
Zapp Brannigan
Captain of the Nimbus
Nah... I mean what would be the benefit?
If ya'll have a good time its not gonna do anything but lead to another lunch, then probably drinks or happy hour... Its just not worth it. Right now, it just lunch. 3 months later you'll be walking around singing this shyt
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Oh gawd, this. She's obviously feeling really strongly about you if she keeps asking you to lunch. It always starts off as something innocent and builds very quickly. It leads to great conversation over some white wine and salmon, a long walk down to the end of Crystal Pier where she gets that distant, thoughtful look in her crystal blue eyes and she confesses that she's not happy with her life, you try to put your hand on the small of her back to comfort her because your
savior tendencies start to take over, she throws her arms around you and buries her face in your chest and tells you that you're the only person she feels like she can "be herself" with and that she's so grateful to you, and you all of a sudden have a powerful rapport that didn't exist before with what was "just" a lunch.Next thing you know you have a bunch of inside jokes. You make jokes about how guys can't stop staring at her boobs, and she'll tease you about how everyone can't stop checking out your ass or that bulge in the front of your pants that you have but you can't help it because it's hard to find pants that can hide that shyt. She smiles warmly every fukking time she passes your cubicle, giving off a melodic laugh that puts you a little too much at ease.
You start spending more and more time with one another. She keeps "needing" to confide in you about more and more things. Before you know it, you're enjoying cocktails at Rei Do Gado (best Brazilian steakhouse in San Diego!) talking about how you wish other people would just splurge a little more often and a little more recklessly to indulge themselves because hey, you only live once, right?
Then she says that she doesn't want to go home tonight. She wants to stay in a hotel to escape her husband and married life, and invites you up for more drinks up in her hotel room in the US Grant. One thing leads to another and you're pinning her up against the wall, slamming into her, gyrating your hips to make sure you hit that g-spot extra hard, and she clinches her thighs around your waist as you continue to punish her relentlessly. Maybe when you climax you'll whisper some Spanish in her ear as she digs her fingernails into your back.
You both collapse after the marathon and your thoughts begin to race. You wonder what you've done to this poor guy's marriage, what kind of worth you've burdened this woman with, the financial ruin you left them prone to as a result of doing what you did with her, and the lifelong distrust of the opposite sex you've created for the both of them. You wonder why you couldn't just go for a single woman rather than go for the "forbidden fruit."
But I wouldn't know shyt about this. Besides, it's just lunch, right? 
OP gave absolutly no options for a scenerio. If Beyonce wanted to close a deal, doing it over lunch would be considered OK.
Zapp Brannigan
Captain of the Nimbus
I think that it's fairly safe to assume that OP wouldn't be asking this question if it was a scenario that offered that obvious of an answer.
Well in that case then the obvious answer would of course be nay which would all go back to why would the op ask such an obvious question.
Zapp Brannigan
Captain of the Nimbus
We all know that here on the coli we throw out common sense.
Well she been asking for a while to do lunch which I've decline only because she is a married woman and I know what that will lead too and plus I meet her husband on a few occasions here at the office... I wouldn't mind if it was a group lunch but nope it's only us.
Oh gawd, this. She's obviously feeling really strongly about you if she keeps asking you to lunch. It always starts off as something innocent and builds very quickly. It leads to great conversation over some white wine and salmon, a long walk down to the end of Crystal Pier where she gets that distant, thoughtful look in her crystal blue eyes and she confesses that she's not happy with her life, you try to put your hand on the small of her back to comfort her because your
Next thing you know you have a bunch of inside jokes. You make jokes about how guys can't stop staring at her boobs, and she'll tease you about how everyone can't stop checking out your ass or that bulge in the front of your pants that you have but you can't help it because it's hard to find pants that can hide that shyt. She smiles warmly every fukking time she passes your cubicle, giving off a melodic laugh that puts you a little too much at ease.
You start spending more and more time with one another. She keeps "needing" to confide in you about more and more things. Before you know it, you're enjoying cocktails at Rei Do Gado (best Brazilian steakhouse in San Diego!) talking about how you wish other people would just splurge a little more often and a little more recklessly to indulge themselves because hey, you only live once, right?
Then she says that she doesn't want to go home tonight. She wants to stay in a hotel to escape her husband and married life, and invites you up for more drinks up in her hotel room in the US Grant. One thing leads to another and you're pinning her up against the wall, slamming into her, gyrating your hips to make sure you hit that g-spot extra hard, and she clinches her thighs around your waist as you continue to punish her relentlessly. Maybe when you climax you'll whisper some Spanish in her ear as she digs her fingernails into your back.
You both collapse after the marathon and your thoughts begin to race. You wonder what you've done to this poor guy's marriage, what kind of worth you've burdened this woman with, the financial ruin you left them prone to as a result of doing what you did with her, and the lifelong distrust of the opposite sex you've created for the both of them. You wonder why you couldn't just go for a single woman rather than go for the "forbidden fruit."
Oh gawd, this. She's obviously feeling really strongly about you if she keeps asking you to lunch. It always starts off as something innocent and builds very quickly. It leads to great conversation over some white wine and salmon, a long walk down to the end of Crystal Pier where she gets that distant, thoughtful look in her crystal blue eyes and she confesses that she's not happy with her life, you try to put your hand on the small of her back to comfort her because your
Next thing you know you have a bunch of inside jokes. You make jokes about how guys can't stop staring at her boobs, and she'll tease you about how everyone can't stop checking out your ass or that bulge in the front of your pants that you have but you can't help it because it's hard to find pants that can hide that shyt. She smiles warmly every fukking time she passes your cubicle, giving off a melodic laugh that puts you a little too much at ease.
You start spending more and more time with one another. She keeps "needing" to confide in you about more and more things. Before you know it, you're enjoying cocktails at Rei Do Gado (best Brazilian steakhouse in San Diego!) talking about how you wish other people would just splurge a little more often and a little more recklessly to indulge themselves because hey, you only live once, right?
Then she says that she doesn't want to go home tonight. She wants to stay in a hotel to escape her husband and married life, and invites you up for more drinks up in her hotel room in the US Grant. One thing leads to another and you're pinning her up against the wall, slamming into her, gyrating your hips to make sure you hit that g-spot extra hard, and she clinches her thighs around your waist as you continue to punish her relentlessly. Maybe when you climax you'll whisper some Spanish in her ear as she digs her fingernails into your back.
You both collapse after the marathon and your thoughts begin to race. You wonder what you've done to this poor guy's marriage, what kind of worth you've burdened this woman with, the financial ruin you left them prone to as a result of doing what you did with her, and the lifelong distrust of the opposite sex you've created for the both of them. You wonder why you couldn't just go for a single woman rather than go for the "forbidden fruit."
Is this a co-worker? How do you know her? Maybe she just wants to talk. Nothing really wrong with a free lunch.
If she goes 50 Shades of Gray on you, then you might want to decline that with something like, 'I don't mess with married women' or 'I just want to be friends'.
Yes co-worker