Pretty frickin’ dumb, it seems.
So I’ve been working at this temp assignment for 5 weeks, and today was my last day. I’ve been working for C, a female sales manager, and M, the male Director of Sales. C is great - very bubbly, friendly, went out of her way for me. M is a good boss, but very busy - runs around a lot, doesn’t always follow through, but this have been particularly hectic the past few weeks. So for my last day, C takes me out to lunch. While chatting about moving to San Diego (and not exactly being in the closet) I mentioned my housemates, a male couple that’s been together for 8 years now, and she easily fell into regarding them as “partners.”
Then, out of the blue, she says, “Yeah, M and his partner still live in seperate houses…” and continues on with the conversation.
M? Partner?
{Mental image of Esprix smacking his forehead}
D’OH!
That would explain S, the guy that kept calling all the time, who, for whatever twisted little mental reasoning my brain sometimes does when I’m not looking, I assumed was his brother. And then, of course, watching him for the remainder of the day, I picked up on a dozen little things that should have given him away from day one.
I am sooooooooo dense sometimes. That, and my gaydar sucks.
Esprix