Hiding in the office Adventure

Dear George,

The show i work on has just finish for the night. It was a successful show, standing ovation and everything...i skipped my merry way to the stage to begin the shut down procedure for the night when a member of the public asked if i could direct them to the stage door so that they may get an autograph off the leading stars of the show... "of course i can help, in fact follow me i'll take you there" is what i said...

Well, this particular member of the public was a chap...a 'confirmed bachelor' one could say, or a 'friend of Dorothy's'..or you could just this bloke was gay, all are true.  As we walked he told me of my handsome face, and asked if was free for a drink... panic set in, once again (and i do this a lot!) i mistook flirting for politeness and found myself in the awkward situation of having to turn away an admirer... like an idiot i said i was in a rush this evening and couldn't possibly go out.  Why oh why didn't i just say i wasn't gay...because i didn't want to hurt his feelings, he'd been so brave to ask me out.

Anyway, i'm sitting in the office waiting until he's gone away.

Little Dave