There’s a gorgeous girl in the office next to me at work. Statuesque, dark hair, the most amazing eyes and a figure that stops conversation the moment it enters a room. The kind of female a straight guy fantasises about when he cracks off the money shot after ogling porn for 2 hours. She’s that fine.
Anyway, I asked her out last week. Thing is, she’s seeing someone but I took it with the good grace of a true gentleman.
First of all I asked if it was actually one of those "serious" relationships and hence ruled out a quick shag in the broom cupboard at a future drunken office party. I was swiftly informed that this was the case. She looked impressed with my resolve and determination to clarify the situation, or at least that’s the impression I got.
Next, I felt it only fair to let her know that should anything happen to her relationship that I’d be happy to step into the breach, so to say, and fill in for the then-absent partner. Any eventuality would be covered – should he decide he was gay, suddenly just vanish or perhaps find himself involved in a freak car/runaway truck incident resulting in his death or entry into an extreme vegetative state.
She seems to take that well, though for some reason got all coy and stuff when I asked where he lived.
Strange girl.
