So there I was, sitting in a small room, alone with this gay dude.

No, he was sitting at the other side of the meeting room table, and not on my lap. This was work, so I had to be there, talking to him.

He was cooperative. Very cooperative. Highly cooperative. Too cooperative. Eager, keen, answering all my questions with complete enthusiasm, albeit a little breathlessly.

I, on the other hand, tried my best not to display anything that might be misconstrued as being remotely interested in him; yet I had to look interested in the information he was giving. It was stressful. Especially with that longing gaze he was giving me when I was speaking

When the meeting was finally over, I thanked him, stood up and opened the door and motioned for him to leave.

He was still in his seat, not quite ready to leave.

“Oh by the way, do you have a name card?”

“I’m sorry I ran out of name cards.”

Okay - I made a grammatical error - it should have been in the present continuous tense - “I‘m running out of name cards” - but you get the idea.

“Can I have your email?” he asked, “in case I have more information I can email it to you.”

“You can email it to Jane (the contact person) - she’ll forward it to me.” I was impressed by my quick thinking under duress.

He reluctantly got up. I noticed that he was blushing hard by then.

“By the way, I forgot your name. You are…” He wanted to remember my name.

I gave him my first name.

He used his right index finger to spell out my name on his left palm. He wanted to remember my name.

I figured that he wouldn’t be able to get my contact only with my first name. Unless he tried really, really hard. The problem is that he might.

I was still holding the door open for him, and he finally and reluctantly bade me goodbye and stepped out.

He was still standing outside and looking in when I shut the door.

Part 2

Yes, quite unfortunately there’s a part 2 to this.

A few minutes later, I went to the toilet. After I was done, guess who came in?

He was quite thoroughly delighted to see me, and said ‘hello’ and tried to make small talk. Thankfully, I was already about to leave.

I slowed down a little to be polite and say ‘hi’ back, but he’d already turned around to face me to have a full-on conversation with me. His face turned bright red again.

As mentioned earlier, I was already about to leave. I wasn’t about to change my mind.

“Hey nice seeing you around - I better get going - got lots to do” said I before disappearing around the exit bend and thanking my lucky stars that he didn’t come in half a minute earlier when I was in a much more vulnerable position.

FAQs

When I related this incident to some friends, these were their FAQs, followed by my answers:

1. How old is he?

Mid 20s.

2. Is he cute?

WHO CARES?!?!?