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Every week these days I head to my old stomping grounds on the 19th floor to sort through the mail my replacement doesn't know yet what to do with and say hello to Coworker Crush.

She's actually been absent quite a bit while I've been there, but I don't want you all thinking I'm neglecting her. Today she caught up with me as I was leaving to get a soda from the cafeteria downstairs, so we had a nice talk on the elevator down, mostly about books. She's reading Iain Banks right now, and I am about to start on the many and varied PDFs I'm supposed to be reading, but at the moment on the train am buried in a translation from the French of The Memoirs of Hadrian. ("Wait -- " "Yeah, the one with the wall.")

One of my fellow admins asked me today if my boyfriend works in the city, so apparently my love life is even more exciting than I thought. There followed a brief, tactful conversation about my sexual orientation, which may have been what he was angling for to start with.

It's a Tuesday, but it feels oddly like a Monday...

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[geognome4.livejournal.com]

OK, awkward question here: how does one tactfully have the I Am Not What You Think I Am Talk, especially the glbt version? I've only ever managed to stare at them like a deer in the headlights, trying to think of a nice way to say things. If I'm lucky they realize and we both stammer apologies at one another.

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

I've handled it badly in the past, not in terms of "ick ew no!" but more in terms of, not being as polite about the misconception as I could. In this case I just said, "Oh -- I don't have a boyfriend, I'm straight." I mean, just being plain and calm about it usually lets the other person know they haven't made a huge gaffe or anything.

[geognome4.livejournal.com]

Calm correction. Got it, thanks! ^_^