cd_britney_426
01-06-2009, 01:47 AM
I live in the fifth largest city in the U.S. (Phoenix, AZ) but it is still a "small world." I've worked at the same company for over a year and never told anyone I'm gay simply because it never was an issue or relevant in the first place. Nonetheless, I was outed at work because someone had seen me at the Pride Parade. No big deal though.
Anyway, I've been dressing a lot more lately and in fact every single day (although not all day). Saturday night I went to a T-friendly club and then left with a friend to go to another T-friendly club. Before parking I had pulled up in front as my friend was quickly chit-chatting with a couple of people in front of the club. At some point she introduced me to the person at the passenger window and said "This is my friend Britney." A second person standing back at an angle who I could not see said, "Hey. I know you. You work at [company name here]." I said, "Yes I do." I became a bit inquisitive however and said, "What is your name? Do I know you? Do you work there? How do you know I work there?" Strangely the person never answered any of my questions and I could never see his face or figure out who he was.
I always dress in drab at work but I know how things get around. I'm not too worried about it though. I've already made subtle "mistakes" such as fixing my hair in the men's room, always using the stall instead of the urinals, and accidently exposing my shaved legs. We'll see what happens, though. Britney
Anyway, I've been dressing a lot more lately and in fact every single day (although not all day). Saturday night I went to a T-friendly club and then left with a friend to go to another T-friendly club. Before parking I had pulled up in front as my friend was quickly chit-chatting with a couple of people in front of the club. At some point she introduced me to the person at the passenger window and said "This is my friend Britney." A second person standing back at an angle who I could not see said, "Hey. I know you. You work at [company name here]." I said, "Yes I do." I became a bit inquisitive however and said, "What is your name? Do I know you? Do you work there? How do you know I work there?" Strangely the person never answered any of my questions and I could never see his face or figure out who he was.
I always dress in drab at work but I know how things get around. I'm not too worried about it though. I've already made subtle "mistakes" such as fixing my hair in the men's room, always using the stall instead of the urinals, and accidently exposing my shaved legs. We'll see what happens, though. Britney