This evening after work we had our annual building party, at which all the tenants of the building get together and have a few drinks and a few nibbles. Except for Ronald. He’s a teetotaler and likes to look down his nose at the rest of us at parties. He won’t even have port wine jelly. Anyway, late May is a good time of year to have it, as not much else is going on. All the girls were dressed in their finery, causing Stuart to say he was worried that he had a VJL. When I asked him what that was, he said a Visible Jocks Line. I told him I thought that’s the least of his fashion worries.
Breadstick was there, and we had quite a long chat over a few drinks. By the end of the party, I was quite tipsy, and I could see that Breadstick was pickled.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I think we had sex in the back of my car afterwards. I’m not really sure what happened, and I can’t ask him, but I know I have a stiff neck. Now I’m going to have to start getting to work at a different time. I can’t get in any later, as Stuart won’t be pleased, so it looks like it’s going to have to be earlier.
And I still don’t know his name. At least I know he isn’t gay.