How could I not look…?

Spent some time leering at New Office Boy over my partition yesterday.

He’s quite pretty …you know, in that scared underage mouse way.

Oh except he’s not underage (or a mouse)!

He’s 24.

And his name is Christopher.

And I didn’t find that out by going through interview candidates’ CVs that were left on Boss Woman’s desk.

Ok maybe I did.

But she let me into her office to fix her accounts, and I don’t mean ‘fix’: she just couldn’t get it to balance out.

And the CVs were still on her desk from the interviews she ran last week.

And the computer was taking a while to load.

So, you know, I idly flicked through some desk stuff….

And found his CV.

He has a degree in History and Politics …how intellectual!

And a masters in Business ….how charge-taking of him!

And was rugby captain of his school team …so masculine!

And used to be a cocktail bar manager when he lived in LA!

……

he doesn’t LOOK gay.

He just looks underage and young …and edible.

Eh, not that I like boys that look underage and young….or that ARE underage and young.

I’m just saying….