Work it Miss Thing (or She's Tyler Moore, She's Mary)

i'm in NJ again, this week. i think i've mentioned it before, but if not, the trips to NJ are part of the company's compliance with new post 9/11 "disaster recovery" measures. therefore, the office i'm in is a hodgepodge of a couple of people from multiple departments. the theory is, gawdfubbid anything happens in Brooklyn/Manhattan, we'll be able to scurry out here to save the financial day. so, you never know who you're going to be working with when you're out here. it's kinda like Marvel's Secret Defenders of the '90's


anyway, i'm out here this week and today there's this guy from one of the other departments who fascinates the hell out of me. i've been with the company for nearly 3 years and have seen him quite often, while in brooklyn. he's an older guy (40's?) not attractive, but also not ugly; plain and suburban-guy-next-door. anyway, my snap judgement of him (3 years ago) was that he's as gay as a goose: he swings his hips suggestively when he walks (i swear to god you can hear cymbals being hit in time with the steps), talks in a high lilting voice, bats his eyes like a geisha and stands almost coquettishly; he's also the office Avon representative. hellen keller would roll her eyes and finger spell "Mary Please". through the grapevine i found out that he was married (to a woman) with a child; his wife is the Avon lady. not too long ago, stephen and i saw him in the diner with his wife and young son.

don't get me wrong, i'm no stranger to closet cases. back in my single days, i jerked off and went down on more than my fair share of married fellas in the front seat of their minivans with their kids' carseats in the back. married guys/closet cases are what cruising areas are "made for". i even had an affair with a married guy that lasted about 3 months, at his house when his wife wasn't home. yes it was dangerous, but that just made the whole thing all the more hot.

anyway back to the closet case at work. mind you he's never come on to me, nor any of my co-workers, but if it looks like a duck and walks like a duck, chances are that it wants a big fat dick up his ass (wow that metaphor kinda got away from me, but you get the idea). i'll be honest, i couldn't get back in the closet even if i wanted to, but more importantly i can't grasp the idea of being so unself-aware, that i didn't know i was gay! maybe i'm just pigeon-holing him. maybe he's just an effeminate straight man, comfortable enough with being a male that he doesn't subscribe to the typical behavioral stereotypes. does such a thing exist?

i dunno, but he sure does walk funny.