Do you ever have those ‘what if’ moments when it comes to potential gay sex encounters? You know, those ambiguous moments when you think a guy is giving you the come on, but it’s too outside the normal context in which you would confidently go for it without a second thought; there’s the risk that your gaydar is malfunctioning and the consequences, not to mention embarrassment, of misreading the situation are just too high, so you walk on by.

I can recall lots of ‘might have been’ moments like this from as far back as when I started to notice boys, and I have often played out imaginary, alternative endings that might have been had I put my money where my instincts are and made my move without fear of rejection, be it that cute young guy I used to notice on the train in the mornings who’s furtive glances in my direction used to last just a bit too long, or that straight guy at that wedding who, after a few too many, might have been hinting that he wasn’t so against the idea of a bit of cock after all and seemed very interested in my gay experiences… the list goes on. The common factors in all these encounters are a) an unlikely setting b) doubt and c) the guy was hot!

I can add a new one to the list – the other day at work I was drying my hands in the gents and a guy called Mark came in – I should call him Question Mark, because he has always been just that – there were definite sparks from the moment we were introduced and we didn’t take our eyes off each other during a warm handshake. I am not aware of him being out to anyone and it’s never been confirmed whether he is or not; we occasionally cross paths in the lift and during breaks and have only had the briefest of conversations, but it’s like when he’s around I can feel his cruisy eyes boring into the back of my head – I know I certainly check him out when he passes by my desk!

So the other day he came into the gents and headed for a cubicle and disappeared, but he didn’t close and lock the door or keep it wide open while he pee’d, either of which would seem normal behavior; no, he half closed the door so I couldn’t see him but it was still open enough to appear welcoming, plus I could hear no sound coming from the cubicle, no unzipping or urinating, so what was he doing in there? Waiting?

I kept my hands under the dryer for a minute longer than they needed and lots of questions flashed up in my mind and I was intrigued to find out what would happen if I pushed open that door, but then I left and just went back to my desk.
However in my parallel universe it ends a bit differently… (insert your own sex story here)