GABANNA

Don’t Get Ahead with the Boss’ Son

 Over the summer I had a job at a fancy seafood place. I didn’t really like working there, but one of the guys was pretty cool, or so I thought. His name was Geoff, and he was also the owner’s son. He immediately asked me if I wanted to go on a “booze cruise” later that night with a bunch of co-workers; I said yes (I mean really, who doesn’t want to get drunk on a boat?)

So I went, and had a pretty good time. Throughout the rest of the summer I got offers for more cruises but I declined. Right before summer ended Geoff started texting me: “we’ve barely hung out, I’m leaving in a week, let’s go out on the boat.” After 4 days of dodging him I finally agreed, thinking that it would be a group activity again. Boy was I wrong.

I had work at 3 so we met up at 1, me figuring it would be a quick hang out sesh, (and I could complain that I had to be at work so I wouldn’t have to be there any longer than I had to.)

 I get to the docks and it’s just me and him.

“Where’s Joe and Kev?”

“Uhhh they’re at the gym.” Yeah, sure they are.

“So it’s just us?”

“Yep.” Very suspicious. So we get on the boat and start going. About 2 minutes into it I realize he was hitting on me. He asked me to jump into the water, which I said no to because I didn’t have a bathing suit. While I watched him swim around I realized I was in trouble. He climbed back on the boat and we laid out on the bow and talked for a while. He kept inching closer and closer and moving his hand on top of mine.

Now remember, I’m stuck in the middle of the Bay with him. So I finally jump up and say it’s probably time for me to go to work. He goes to start the boat and tells me “it needs a few minutes to cool down.” Meanwhile, we had been drifting along for almost 2 hours. Now I’m no expert on boats, but I was completely positive that he was lying to me. And he was. Next thing I know he’s got his tongue in my mouth saying, “don’t you want to mess around before work?” No, not really dude. Does that line really work?  He may be the boss’ son, but I’m not trying to get a raise out of you or your dick.

So I just kind of pushed him away and said, “we really need to go.” (Dramatic sigh on his part) We barely spoke all the way back and I practically ran to my car getting away from him.

Oh, and did I mention he lived above the restaurant? He hung around for most of my shift, and near the end of it he came over asking if I wanted to hang out when I was done. I quickly made up some excuse and told him “maybe tomorrow.” Yeah, right. He kept texting me the rest of the weekend and visiting me during my shifts until he left for school. I refused to be alone with him again. Just because he kidnapped me did not mean that he was going to be able to trick me again.

When asking someone to hang out:

-Make your details clear. Don’t expect that a girl is always interested just because she wants to hang out. If I had known it would have been the two of us, I probably wouldn’t have gone.

-I didn’t want to say no when he came on to me because it would have made work slightly awkward. Truthfully, I probably would have gotten less wet if I had just jumped in the water and swam to shore.