© 2011 Alex Hogan
Luke works at the desk in front of me. He’s been here for about a year. He’s a decent enough guy, if you keep off the topic of sex. I do; he doesn’t.
He was matey for the first few weeks, inviting me to the hotel across the street for a drink on Fridays after work. Then he found out I was gay. He avoided me for about a month, but seemed to forget after that and invited me back to the pub.
Then the gay-jibing started. Just light-hearted teasing. I was happy enough with it first; it seemed to indicate he accepted me, and allowed me to be me, to be openly gay.
But I tired of it quickly; the constant ribbing, the constant referrals to how I must be tempted to give him a poke. He’s lean – works out – has a cute…
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