Time: 3pm
Date: Friday 25 February 2011
Outfit: Knee-length skirt and shirt
Place: In the office
You would think that sex-pests might reserve their special behaviour for leisure-time - apparently not. I'm walking through the office, laptop in arm, making my way back to my desk, post-meeting. A man literally springs up in front of me. I have no idea who he is. "Don't worry", he says "I'll go to your desk". Before I have time to react, he's following me. I'm frantically scanning my mental records to try and place him ... did we go to a social together? Is he the IT technician? "I'm Sam", he declares proudly, "I joined 6 weeks ago, I used to be an athlete. Track and field." "Umhmm" "Yeah. I have this weird thing with my hamstrings - LOOK." He is wearing pretty tight chinos and props his leg up on a stool to show me his tensed muscles. The material twitches as he performs his party trick. It occurs to me how odd this looks, the new guy in the office, apparently putting his crotch in my face."Um, yeah...that's...weird. Cool! So anyway, was good to meet you, Sam. I'd better get on...". The pride shines from his face as he retreats. I have a feeling this won't be the last time that this new guy asks 'Your desk or mine?'
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