It's raining men.

I've come to the realization that if I stay at Berngers any longer, I will become gay. Not that there is anything wrong with gays, or being gay, but it kinda is a bad thing for me since I have a girlfriend. And I host no love for penises.

As soon as I walk into work, I'm assaulted with either women workers or gay workers. And guess what is 70% of the subjects discussed? Boys! It's not as if it'd be any different with straight boys, really, but it's hard to talk about how you'd love to lick an actor's six pack when the actor is not an actress. It's not comfortable, and certainly not intolerable. I just feel a bit left out. I try to mention women, but they simply look at me in confusion. And I thought gays knew how to deal with women since they are queens anyway!

I'm pretty sure the first few days of work people thought I was gay. It was very easy to tell when the people give you a look questioning your sexuality and thinking "ONE OF US! ONE OF US". Probably. I mean, not many straight people guy wise work at Bergners. The few ones that are certainly don't care to be there in the men's section. So it was to question why I was walking around.

Thanks to my girlfriend landing a kiss on my cheek and repeat visits, it's confirmed that I am indeed not gay.

Hours after hours I am still getting screwed over, so now I have another, less important excuse to leave beyond just being outside of the conversations of cute boys.

[I'm gonna go out. I'm gonna get. Absolutely. Soaking. WET!]