Then again kissing has got me in trouble, even got me fired.
ME TOO! It was dreadful. When I walked into the canteen/coffee shop everybody stopped talking and looked at me. Two days later I got fired. I was very young, like 18 and the guy I'd kissed was a Harvard grad (football scholarship). So no regrets there, I actually kinda liked him and might have taken my flirting further.
I had a company car and my boss walked me into the parking lot to clear out my car and he drove me home. I'd only kissed a salesman. I realised later that he very likely told everyone I'd gone the whole way (They'll always say that, I reckon - if you kiss 'em, they want more, "dream" etc... about it and the next day they embellish the story for the sake of their ego). Most men will say to their mates that yeah, I've had her.
I learned my lesson and never never went near anyone I worked with ever again. :>>>& I then understood that my boss and all the other men working there were upset with me.
But on a funny/positive note: I once landed a job by writing a valentine: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I wanna work for you... That fab job lasted nearly a year and he gave me a jag to drive. I got along real well with his wife and daughters, all the management and partners - and I had fortunately already learned how to say no to the salesmen.
rereading this, I don't want you to jump to the wrong conclusion: I didn't kiss the boss.
I've realised later in life that I might have gotten further ahead in life (ie: more money), if I had. But - and I repeat - I've never met a millionaire I've liked. Nor any of my bosses.
Luckily I've only ever worked for brilliant men. I had a temp job once (here in England), where I was paid £12 an hour mainly to bend over in a rather short skirt. It was an ad agency. I cycled there for 9:30am and pretty soon they all started coming in to work earlier.
I'd leave at 5 o'clock on the dot and they'd stay behind all evening, smoke dope and write shit on a roll-up big paperboard thing. Then they'd leave in on the floor for me next morning. I had to read each page from the floor and type it up on separate pages, print it all out and leave a copy for each of them (of what they'd done the night before), on their desks, by noon.
>This has nothing to do with great kisses, but I'm in a "how to get by in life without kissing the boss" frame of mind.
Perhaps you ought do a kissing arse thread? I'll leave you alone there