Quite unfortunately, there is a part 3, continuing from my last post, Close Encounter of the Queer Kind. Read it first if you want this post to make sense.

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So Jane (the contact person) told me today that gay dude wants to speak to me.

“What is it about?” I asked.

“I don’t know. He just says he wants to speak to you.”

“Maybe I could drop by his desk later to talk to him.”

“He might be busy,” said Jane, “I’ll send you his phone number - why don’t you just sms him?”

Sms him was exactly what I didn’t want to do. It would mean that he could get hold of my number.

But sms him I did, because I had no other options (and believe me, I tried hard to think of other options, but given my constraints, there were no other options).

He eventually called me.

“Hello!” he enthusiastically greeted me. He didn’t identify himself, but it was obviously him.

“Hullo? you are?” I pretended not to know. Maybe he’d be able to tell that I haven’t saved his number under my contacts that’s why I don’t seem to know who’s calling.

To cut the long story short, he asked for my facebook account, because he wanted to “show me something” related to what he was talking to me about in the meeting.

“Oh it’s ok, I already have the information I need. But thanks anyway.”

“Or can we meet up maybe later this evening to… discuss a bit more?”

I could feel him blushing already.

“Any particular thing you have in mind?” I still had to be open since it could help my work. You see, I still can be highly professional under severe emotional stress.

“Nothing in particular. I just thought maybe we could talk a bit in the evening.”

“Oh it’s ok don’t worry, I’ve got enough information from you. But thanks alot. I’ll contact you again if I need anything ok?”

The kinds of things I go through - I should ask my boss for a raise.