Work parties are great, in particular when there's a free bar with the staff supplying the live music. Great craic. However hitting the clubs with all of your bosses does have its down sides. Last night there I was dancing away and all of a sudden a beautiful female friend besieged me. Now as a homosexual I'm well accustomed to this but the pretty girls just kept on coming. So there were all of my bosses standing at the sidelines and looking on with amazement, jaws literally open and completely unaware of the context of our relationship. We danced, we hugged, we held hands, we kissed and every straight guy in the club was filled with seething jealousy.
So there you have it folks. It's official.
Everyone at work thinks I'm a playa.
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