Balls

I have always been fond of her. She's a colleague from Africa who has been really good to me since I started in this office. Earlier today, just after lunch, we were chatting about dried mangoes, our apartments, my future car and my inability to drive (she thinks I am a spoiled brat), her kids and her new hair weave and, most importantly, my girlfriend.

"The nerve of this woman!", I whispered to myself.

I was so close to vomiting in my pretty little pink handbag (that matched my pretty pink pin-striped shirt, dark gray pants, branded belt and Italian-made shoes) but I quickly regained my composure.

"Do you have a girlfriend?", she asked again.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend."

"Because I'd like to set you up with another lady friend...", she said.

I smiled.

"But you know what I've been meaning to ask....", she continued.

My heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

She hesitated for a while.

"I've been watching you since you arrived..."

"And?", I persuaded her into continuing her speech.

"I just noticed how well you dress... the shirts that you wear are so nice, your pants fit perfectly... and oh those shoes!", she explained.

"And you wear them so well... take for example that pink shirt, very few guys can wear that..."

"Uh huh...", I nodded.

I was aware of what was coming.

"It's just that... "

"Go ahead..."

"Very few straight guys can pull that off...", she finally blurted out.

I smiled some more.

"And Tristan, the way you speak - it's so sophisticated. You talk well -very smooth...", she commented.

"It's just that you're different than most men in this office...", she continued.

I tried to play the age card.

"Well, I'm way younger than most of the guys here, generation gap?", I explained while laughing.

But then I remembered the commitment I made to myself years ago. I remembered that I promised myself that I will always be honest if and when other people ask me about my sexuality.

"Are you gay?", she finally asked.

I looked at her and smiled.

"Yes."

She went crazy.



Blogger's Note: At work, I will never go out of my way and tell people that I am gay. I don't feel it's important to let them know. I know myself and that should be enough. But, if others, like my new fag hag, would have the balls to come up to me and ask me the question, then I would gladly tell them. Needless to say, I really have high respect for gutsy ones - those who have balls. Too bad, not everyone has them.