Oh shit, oh shit. Deb, bathroom NOW!
My look of horror as I passed her desk must have indicated my seriousness, as she jumped up after me and followed me down the hall.
What is the matter? You practically sprinted in here.
So I was texting Jen some not for work thoughts and when my reminder for our morning meeting came up I must have clicked off of her and accidentally sent a dirty text to Tiffany. Oh shit, oh shit.
Oh my god. What did you text her? Does she even know you’re gay?
No. You are the only one in the office who knows. She made a comment asking me about a boyfriend awhile ago and I never answered. But considering I just texted her that I couldn’t wait for the chance to taste her magnificent pussy and suck on her luscious tits, I think she probably has a clue now.
I banged my head on the stall door repeatedly.
We have our morning meeting in ten minutes. What do I do? Do I run? Can I do that?
Calm down. Just breathe. We have options. You could say that someone took your phone, some practical joke. Or just say that you intended to text someone else and leave it at that. Maybe she hasn’t seen it yet, so just act like nothing is different. Come on Steph. Pull up your big girl panties and lets deal with it.
Your right. Thanks Deb. She hasn’t texted back yet, so maybe it’s salvageable.
Just try to stay calm.
Right. I took a deep breath and splashed some water on my face. I needed to get some reports off my desk before the meeting; Deb walked with me as we picked them up and made it to the conference room as Tiffany closed the door.
The meeting was the most awkward hour of my life. Whenever Tiffany asked me a question I heard a double meaning. I couldn’t make eye-contact with her. Deb had to kick me under the table twice so I would stop rambling.
As we were getting up to leave Tiffany asked me to wait a moment.
I don’t want to embarrass you, but I want to make sure that I was not your intended recipient of the text you sent me.
Oh Tiffany, no. I am so sorry about that.
No need. It happens to all of us. And you have always been very professional, as far as I know, with your work relationships. It wasn’t from your work email or anything like that. I just didn’t want you to worry about it.
Thanks. I have been a little stressed about it. I appreciate you being so understanding about it. Very few people in the office know about my sexual orientation.
As long as you want it to remain secret, it’s safe with me. That being said, if you want to get a drink some night, feel free to send me another text.
Tiffany winked and brushed against my shoulder as she walked passed me. I’m pretty sure my mouth was gaping by the time she turned down the hall. The Wednesday staff meeting might be my new favorite day.