So, I work with a mix of people. A real mix.
I'd say that the mix includes some curious british eccentrics, the odd alcoholic who stinks of whisky when you give them a lift at 8.30 am, an office bike, a couple of coupley couples, a range of slappers of all ages (including some confirmed swingers) and lots and lots of really lovely people.
In amongst all this lot is myself. Waving my Rufus Wainwright CD and holding up my end of the minority bargain.
So it came as quite a surprise when a colleague called me today to let me know that I was the subject of the latest rumour to pop out of the gossip machine. According to said rumour, I've slept with at least 3 of the girls in the UK office, including the colleague that called me to let me know.
We pissed our pants laughing as she told me how I've suddenly become the office stud. Apparently it's been heavily debated and most people think it to be true.
Admittedly, since I've been in France the UK has seen lots of new staff join and old staff leave, and I'm an unknown quantity to many people there. And I guess that I do come into the office, do my job and leave without discussing my life story with colleagues. And then, neither do I actually sit at my desk reading a copy of Gay Times and listening to Judy Garland.
But despite all of this, I think it's pretty obvious at which end of the ballroom I dance.
Yet, apparently not.
I find all of this particularly amazing given that the last time I saw my colleagues I was wearing a t-shirt that euphemistically, but fairly obviously proclaimed that I would suck off a sailor if the opportunity arose. But hey.
Has the world gone mad, or am I just being particularly butch these days?