people like to spill their guts to me.
its the weirdest thing.
here i was,
enjoying my grilled chicken sandwich in the work cafeteria,
when one of my coworkers spotted me.
cute black vixen.
she came over and asked if she could sit with me.
the convo started off pretty pleasant.
she asked me about how i was liking the job so far.
we talked about how long i was unemployed.
this is when the gut spilling commenced.
“so don’t say anything…”
she goes into this whole thing about one of the other mailroom wolves she is
how they fought during the weekend,
and how he thinks she is cheating on him with someone else within the company.
i noticed some tension today with her,
but i thought it was just the work load.
well i was pretty floored.
shook my head,
and gave her some “pr” advice.
“you shouldn’t have messed with anyone you work with.”
how contradictory of me.
i was just peepin’ at the other mailroom wolf just today.
the one i have a low key crush on.
admiring how snug his pants fit his frame.
imagining me swimming inside them.
*snaps out of it*
its just fantasy talk.
after hearing her tell me all this crap,
i came to two conclusions.
one: people trust me.
i could have went back and blabbed her business to thing 2.
she better be glad i’m not some queen.
ever since i launched this site,
i’ve learned to keep people’s secrets.
two: dating coworkers is really messy.
but i had to wonder if its because it is two straight people?
can two discreet gays work and play together?
or will someone get stupid and fuck it all up?