Cubicle Warrior

I had a meeting in Century City yesterday and rode up in the elevator with two blokes who I could tell were very toned under their suits. They were quite pale, like they spent far too much time working long hours inside, hunched over their spreadsheets and audit reports. The entire time they talked about some incredibly dull sounding financial arcana.

One of the lads was dark-haired and married while the other was ginger with a trim beard with no wedding ring. I was picking up some signals on my gaydar about him, but he spent the entire time gazing at his coworker. Perhaps that's what keeps him slaving away long hours whilst he fantasizes about the other lad, spreading him on the sheets and auditing his assets.