After Monday’s post about the customer who thought I was straight, a bunch of my friends reached out and were like, “Was he cute? Do you like him? Are you going to see him again? What’s up with the cliffhanger? Why are you holding out on us, you monster?!” I’d rather not have anyone lose their mind over something so trivial (“You’re going to snap over whether or not a customer asked me out? In front of my salad?”), so let me simmer things down with a few points of clarification.
1. The customer was trashed. I mean, I’m flattered that he found me attractive and all, but still (take note, future gentlemen callers), hanging onto my counter with a death grip to keep from falling into a wall does not set my insides a-fluttering.
2. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m already seeing someone. His name is Danny. He’s very nice. In fact, here’s a picture of us at a Village People concert:
3. Trashed, you guys. Have you ever heard somebody speak in cursive? I have.
4. Even if I was interested in him, I would never date a customer for one specific reason: There is no stockroom. I know that sounds weird, but let’s say we do go out, and the relationship ends on a sour note. I would have absolutely no place to hide if he and his henchmen ever moseyed into the store to condemn me as a two-dollar whore or whatever.
5. Oh, actually, there’s another reason why I’d never date a customer: They can’t keep a damn secret to save their lives. I have learned so much about past employees from the customers they dated and/or did the horizontal mambo with that I could write at least two unauthorized biographies and the screenplay of a Lifetime original movie.
I hope that satisfies everyone’s curiosity regarding [in the voice of Paul Harvey] the rest of the story. I’ll let you know if he wanders in again for another round of “seriously, you’re awesome,” but in the meantime, I’ll tell Danny you said hello.
Marjorie's Forgeries 
Dating customers is never a good idea (and when I worked in customer service positions, I wished more customers knew that) no matter where you work, but I imagine it would be ten times worse to date a customer when you work at an adult store. I don’t want to know every kink and fetish someone has before we can have a proper discussion about it, and I imagine if I’m selling someone sex toys I am starting off knowing exactly how weird they like to get.
Not that I’m not weird/kinky, but I prefer to get to know someone on a more personal level before I cover them in olive oil and beat their ass with a riding crop, ya know?
Also, you and Danny are cute as hell!
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