There’s a man at work, let’s call him Joel. We’ve flirted for years. I’ve worked here for five years, him six. We don’t see one another often, but every time we do, it’s “nice link,” or “great shoes,” a raise of the eyebrows, and some goofy smiles and noncommittal conversation. He’s married, although he might be open. Just how do you ask that? Joel is about my height, previous university baseball player, with a California Cool accent that’s simply a little place on, a penchant for “fashion forward” clothing - tailored jeans, tailored shirts, thin ties. It shows him down well. The man has a fine ass. Me personally, I’m a big man - not fat or even chubby. Simply… strong. Hairy all over. Beard I keep close cropped to my face. If I were that kind of guy, you’d call me personally a “gay bear” but I’m not, and so I’m “The world’s most non-homosexual gay bear,” Bi-bear simply appears wrong. Exactly how about “Thoroughly bi guy who appears good in a kilt?” A few months ago the office launched a locker space after many years of complaining by the renters who desired to bike to work but still look good for conferences. It is in the back of the building kind of down to itself. You have to get a code to get in. Inside it’s nice and clean, has three showers, and a bunch of lockers. As the summer’s progressed, fewer and fewer men and women work off at lunch. The hundred level heat and 60% humidity get to you after some time I suppose, but I go operating every time hot or cold, storm or shine. Information technology had been a hundred and four levels out there these days! we ran just over two miles because anything more would have been insane in the full blaze of the sun, operating over pavement. Even with the short distance, we was totally soaked in sweat. When I arrived at the locker space it had been empty. I’ve constantly been shy about the locker space. Maybe it’s because I’m bi and I’m afraid everybody can see somehow, or possibly it’s simply because I wasn’t much of a gym rat as a kid. we never got used to “locker room” culture. So also with it completely silent and nevertheless rather than a soul in the room or most likely to come, I thought briefly about taking my clothing down in the shower like usual. But oh what the hell? No-one had been here.