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Personally speaking (size 34B), they had me at hello. I am all about pushing the limits, self assurance, self confidence and control.

Moreover, the timing couldn't be better. Having been a little down after the incessant attacks last week from PR's fundamentalist bloggers, I am reinvigorated. As you can see, I've got a huge boost in pride and confidence. :)

The news also inspired a lot of email chatter this weekend among the birds from the "Image Factory." And exactly as the organizers had planned, the discussions quickly turned to "who's zooming who in the office."

Okay okay... The "boss" I said I sleep with in my bio is our "EVP Dan." Alright!

Not to throw cold water on my venomous detractors, but it's not in the slightest bit slutty. Reality is, "EVP Dan" and I have had a quasi-exclusive affair for the last 4 years.

Now before the fundamentalist kiddy gang (Jeremy Pepper, Scott Baradell, Phil Gomes, Gregory Kohs, Mike Krempasky, Michael Driehorst, et al.) throws another rash of small-minded judgments my way, let's look at the numbers.

According to Playboy Magazine:
- 2 out of 3 women and 3 out of 4 men admit they have sexual thoughts about co-workers.
- 86% of men and 81% of women admit they routinely flirt with the opposite sex.
- 75% of men and 65% of women admit to having sex with people they work with.

Well, considering that, you'd think PR would be a veritable orgy. I imagine brainstorming sessions turning into insatiable group-sex fests in conference room #1. NOT. I've heard a couple stories during my career but generally they surround the Christmas party and no one ever hears from that particular AE again. Well, there was that incident with the new MD from our Paris office who was in for the weekend. Claude was quickly whisked away in the dark of night also never to be heard from again.

Contrary to popular belief, there's not a lot of girly action in PR. Not certain why that is. I have my theories. Personally, I think that it's due in large part because men are rare and of the ones we've got, 70 percent are married and the remaining 30 percent have more estrogen than me. We've got an inordinate number of counter tenors in the choir.

But that said, I think the number one reason the business is so dead is not demographic rooted but psychographic related. Because the majority of the ranks are populated by women and the lion-share of the executive suite is still controlled by men... sexual harassment in the workplace is a hypersensitive topic both real and imagined. Trust me, the law offices of Schafer & Wasserman are on speed dial and one misguided glance will get you killed.

Anyway, the reality with Dan is that we are miles from even the thought of harassment. Dan is a wonderful man. I love him dearly. He's been a mentor and colleague. Our side encounters are tender, natural, mature and confidential; they're rooted in mutual respect and caring. I've been that naughty girl in my life; this is not one of those times.

Sorry, for some of my fans that may disappoint. In the last two weeks I've gotten about 50 letters wondering what happened to the other Amanda, the-hot-little-minx Amanda, the naughty naked PR Strumpette. (For the record, so far 46 men and 4 women have subtly and not so subtly written to request a little more cleavage and "if you can, moan some please.") As a good Catholic girl, in the spirit Lent and Marti Gras, I'll oblige. I do however expect someone to send me a string of beads. So here... here they are! Whatdaya think of these?!

However, the supple reveal I am going to share today is more a reveal of the psych. There are many of us in this situation, i.e. an office affair. The two questions are: Is it enough? What's it like living knowing that the only true intimacy that you do have on this planet could be over tomorrow?

I've concluded that it is just a slice of life. According to "After the Affair," by Janis Abrahms Spring, affairs affect one of every 2.7 couples. Ten percent of extramarital affairs last one day, 10 percent last more than one day but less than a month, 50 percent last more than a month but less than a year, but 40 percent last two or more years. Few extramarital affairs last more than four years. To me that's so bittersweet. Dan and I are likely reaching the limit. I guess I've always known that somewhere.

Here... maybe this will help explain my feelings: It's like this: I had a dog named Ollie once. He was my best friend. Most honest relationship I've ever had. Got him as a puppy and had him for 9 and a half years. And all I could think after he was gone was how quickly the time had gone. Such is the bargain with heaven for having an angel on earth.

Anyway, sorry for all the personal stuff. Scusi. Tomorrow it's back to work. I am just putting the final touches on a more hard-hitting feature, "Interpublic Group Confronts a Bear, A Case Study in Using Blogging in Crisis." It's serious, funny and informative. It simultaneously reviews Interpublics current dilemma and zings the silly PR Bloggers. It's a twofer they'll both hate. As such, it's guaranteed to be good read. You'll enjoy it.

See you tomorrow.

Arrivederci amore, ciao.

- Amanda

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