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?
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I am thinking you need to put a photo of yourself in that pirate outfit on your desk.
Do I seem overly preoccupied with that pirate outfit?
:-Daryl
I think you need to change your t-shirt. One that has Barry Manilow on the front and Liberace on the back.
You could play their music at your desk all day.
That would definitely change your image honey.
You must of just exuded (is that a word) studliness on your month in the UK. Perhaps it was turning up with your glam Parisiene assistant?
Aren't you just a bit tempted to feed that rumour mill?
Daryl, you are getting a little pre-occupied, it must be said. But hey, whatever floats your boat ;-)
Aims, I think that not even the wonder that is me could carry off that t-shirt!!!
Breezy, I'd be tempted to feed it if the rumour involved me and a certain new male colleague...hell, I'd even start that rumour myself!
You must be over testostoroning if theres such a word lol.
I have a friend David, who is gay and all my female friends drool over him. They all say that he just doesn't seem gay. I wonder if you have to be very kitch to be seen as gay.
Its the shoes , you just have to wear those yellow shoes
"Has the world gone mad, or am I just being particularly butch these days"
apparantly, some from column a and some from column b; you strappingly masculine manly man! WOOF!
VM, I was wearing a pair of orange and blue trainers. With reflective panels that I proudly pointed out to my colleagues as being cool because they 'reflect the light on the dance floor'....really. How butch is this behaviour?
CG, maybe it's just silly season? But thanks for the woof! Woofs are always appreciated... ;-)
People actually used to ask me and my best friend if my now boyfriend/then friend was gay. He's not much of a casanova you see, being a bit shy and all. He'd actually get guys all over him when we went clubbing, and us girls had to protect him! It was mad...
Photo time. No face if you wish. But we need the t-shirt at least.
We threw a party at our house once and a friend of mine (gay male) made a speech (drunken) proclaiming my status and The Most Heterosexual Man In The World.
Talk about deep cover.
My Cute Detroit Lesbian pal keeps a list of OGTs..I have to see what she's come up with lately.
I would think that your (trainer) shoe fetish might be the dead give away. I'm Filipino though, so I guess that comes with the territory for me. I dunno. Maybe me busting out the, "Oh gurrrrrrrrl!" comments here and there might give me away. Hmmmm.
Marjolein, looks like you 'protected' him a bit too much eh? Well done you for getting the boy that all the girls wanted!
Torny, the T-shirt, alas, is in the UK. But it makes reference to my willingness to polish sailors' 'vessels' polished by hand, and how every sailor likes a bit of polish on his porthole....(I work for a polish manufacturer)
HQ - deep cover indeed!
mike, you'd think the shoes would give it away, wouldn't you? that and so many other reasons - but hey....
hehe I JUST HAVE to see that t-shirt. In fact I have to HAVE one. Love it :-)
Big C, it's a classy number...
I love the idea of the t-shirt - did you really wear that to work?! I think you need to crank up the rumour mill in a different direction, how soon till the office Christmas party?!
Daisy, the christmas party is in february (so the venue costs less and they can spend more on drink - the staff understandably voted for this option!). I'll need to find a 'plus one' to drag along...
It's the weather, it brings out butchness in all of us.
I'm with Daryl!!!
Are you NOT studdly/studdily? How is that spelled? My take is that you being largely unknown in the UK makes you desirable and the people just don't pay attention and think about things, so they'd rather fantasize and make up stories. What have they got better to do?
Having not seen you, I'd still have a hard time believing you're "butch."
Sweary - it definitely brings out something in me...not sure if it's 'the butch' though...
Louise, I agree with you - what else do they have in their lives, eh? ha ha
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