10-27-2011, 03:11 PM
Well I asked him out.
He was waiting for an elevator to go home. I think. Anyways he was checking his Blackberry at the moment.
I called his name, "Hey, Mr X."
"Hmm..." He looked at me.
"I'm just wondering. Are you free tomor...(Ooo , hairy chest ... nice. I thought at the time as he bared a bit of his chest). I thought maybe you would like to grab a bite together ... lunch ... tomorrow."
"I can't ... my colleagues and I are going to be super busy tomorrow."
"It's okay. Some other time then." I responded.
"Next week. Next week!" He said as he entered an elevator.
So I guess that didn't turn up so bad.
Then of course my colleague, Edmund asked for an update. I gave him a full report.
"Good. Did you get his phone number?" Edmund asked.
"Uh, no..."
"Monday is your last day, Jay. Remember, a phone number by Monday or a date with one of the security guards who've asked you out. Dinner and a movie afterward. I want photo. No, wait. No photo needed. I trust you. If you lie, you are betraying your own balls." He said.
"Okay."
Edmund then reminds me that he's doing all these for my own good. He's training me to become more confident and aggressive towards guys.
I think it's kind of amusing to see all of my straight friends and colleagues giving their 100% efforts to train me to be a super effective gay guy. I love them all.
He was waiting for an elevator to go home. I think. Anyways he was checking his Blackberry at the moment.
I called his name, "Hey, Mr X."
"Hmm..." He looked at me.
"I'm just wondering. Are you free tomor...(Ooo , hairy chest ... nice. I thought at the time as he bared a bit of his chest). I thought maybe you would like to grab a bite together ... lunch ... tomorrow."
"I can't ... my colleagues and I are going to be super busy tomorrow."
"It's okay. Some other time then." I responded.
"Next week. Next week!" He said as he entered an elevator.
So I guess that didn't turn up so bad.
Then of course my colleague, Edmund asked for an update. I gave him a full report.
"Good. Did you get his phone number?" Edmund asked.
"Uh, no..."
"Monday is your last day, Jay. Remember, a phone number by Monday or a date with one of the security guards who've asked you out. Dinner and a movie afterward. I want photo. No, wait. No photo needed. I trust you. If you lie, you are betraying your own balls." He said.
"Okay."
Edmund then reminds me that he's doing all these for my own good. He's training me to become more confident and aggressive towards guys.
I think it's kind of amusing to see all of my straight friends and colleagues giving their 100% efforts to train me to be a super effective gay guy. I love them all.