Never dated anyone, but got put into an awfully awkward situation. When I was 19, I waitressed at a big restaurant in the Haymarket section of Boston. It really was waitress **** back then; we did everything, from bus the table to ordering, serving, pouring water, and running to the bar. We went through a line to pick up our dishes; there was a fish station, carving station,and grill station. The guy at the carving station decided he had a crush on me, and it got more uncomfortable, as he would leave flowers in my locker, make me a 'special' lunch, and started making sure I had the best cuts of prime rib, etc. I was pretty much handling it by ignoring him, hoping he'd get the hint; til one day my 'real' BF showed up to take me home. Oh, brother! From that point on, whenever I'd cue in the line and he saw me coming, he'd throw his towel down just when I got his station, and go 'on break'. Leaving me in the lurch with all my tables and their orders. After about a week of this, the manager stepped in and gave him a talking to, and things sort of got back to normal after that. What made it worse was that he was the 'darling' of all the older Italian waitresses there, so of course I was cast as the #*(#(#$*(!
"Like water for chocolate"