I went over to Bonnie’s cubicle to speak to her, finishing off the last of
my liter as I walked. I saw Bonnie at her desk, writing something down.
“Hey Bonnie, whatcha writing?” I joked, asking my questions in the
tone of a small 1920s news boy, just for laughs. I’m a bit of a goofy guy
sometimes, I can get a bit crazy if I want to - I’m the life of the party, a lot of
people have told me.
“Oh, n-n-n-n-nothing,” she stammered, one stutter for each of the
Central Park Five, closing the book. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah, let’s go,” I affirmed, letting the book thing slide. I knew it was
probably some sort of love letter to me, so I wasn’t too concerned.
We walked down to the elevator in silence. I called the elevator, and
we stood there. I knew I needed to act fast.
“So do you like your job?” I said, fucking nailing this conversation
stuff, and coming off like a great guy.
“Oh, it’s a bit tiring every once and a while, but I do it well,” she said,
looking at me initially, but then looking away. I could sense that she was in
some way wary of me, and I needed to break the ice and show that I didn’t
care if we had sex or not.
“Yeah, I’m gay,” I confirmed. She laughed.
“Really?”
“Yeah, big into dicks. You?”
“Yeah I’m gay too actually,” she said, laughing with relief.
“Oh my God,” I shouted in disbelief.
This was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve been
dreaming of this moment for ten years. This girl was a solid 9/10 before, but
my affection for her jumped through the roof into infinity. This girl would be
my wife for sure. I came four times in the next two seconds.
